in the early morning rain

you wake

up in a strange room,

with a stranger

you've known for only hours.

it's raining.

of course it is.

the room smells

like smoke and beer.

it's 1979.

you sit up

and look at her, she's sleeping.

you find

your clothes,

change falls out of your

pocket, buttons are missing

from your shirt, but

you don't care.

you find your car keys.

you want to say goodbye,

farewell,

but you can't remember 

her name.

then she awakens,

and rubs her eyes and asks

you

if you're leaving.

will i see you again?

you tell her of course,

of course i will.

you go to the window

to see if your

car is somewhere

out there,

then you ask her,

what's the best way to get

back to the beltway

from here?