sharing the moment

the car won't start.
so you can't get the frost off
the windows.
not even the radio
will turn on.
the battery, the alternator,
who the hell knows.
you sit there for a few
moments, breathing
in the cold air.
tapping the steering wheel.
it's been a long day,
you think, staring at your watch.
8 a.m. already.
it's very quiet, kind of nice
in a strange igloo
kind of way. the light
coming in pleasantly,
blue gray through
the sealed windows.
you wish there was someone
there to join you,
to share this moment
in the car that won't start.
maybe you could make love
and melt the windows
clean. maybe after a while,
with the sun coming
up and the heat from
your bodies the car would
start. maybe. you turn
the key again. nothing.