each road

each road, at this point,
has been traveled on
in this city, this city
that isn't yours at all.
but you know them
just the same, through
the early years of
rambling with friends
in search of love,
or something similar
in vein. and work,
your truck winding
through the narrowed
streets in search of
parking, access,
to earn a day of pay.
and then there's nights
like this, going home
slowly, an eye out
for place to sit
and drink coffee,
to spend a quiet moment
alone, watching people
in their current stage.