the morning stroll

a man
on the inside
part
of the freeway
walks slowly
along the jersey
wall
with a cell
phone pressed
to his
ear. he's
wearing a
black suit
and nice
shoes polished
to a high
shine in
the early morning
light.
there is no
sign of
his car, no
reason for
him to be
where he is
with traffic
roaring by at
racetrack speeds,
but his casual
stroll,
the nonchalance
of him
makes you believe
that despite
what's put him there
he's in a good place
with the rest
of his life.