Chasing _____

On the road home, a familiar, yet
majestic scene—
made same as any
other in the
absence of daylight.


This unfulfilled longing
still
lingers as a pair of scuffed black dress shoes
pass under a humming neon sign that
watches over the
pothole-riddled
parking lot of Casa Mexico.
He’s seated alone
tonight,
and with no roof
of
words to shelter him from the
Rain, he stares blankly at a Spanish poster until the arrival of his food.
He tips well— they treat him well in
like fashion.
He wants to accept their manufactured,
transactional
kindness.