lost in jersey

in a thunderous rain storm
we were lost in jersey,
missing
the bridge and tunnel,
the cloverleaf
into the city,
but we did find a total
wine store,
on some narrow grey street,
much to her surprise
and joy.
we loaded the trunk
up with her favorites,
then got back in the car,
a beat up old
heap with expired tags
and turned
the radio on, we
looked out at the city
in the rain,
beyond our reach
for the moment,
as we passed a cold
bottle of chardonnay
to one another.