Overpass

You listen to the sound of late night traffic and stare at the orange glow of sulphur street lights. It feels like everything and everyone is moving except you. You look at the steam coming from the engine of your old car and wish this had happened on any other night but tonight. You're not even angry this time, just defeated and deflated. A sporty hatchback passes, raspy tailpipes and rap music trailing behind it like some supersonic ghost.

Dead cell phone in hand you sit down on the sidewalk and continue to watch the cars go by, time passes and you wonder which is closer, the bus stop or a tow and then realize you never really had anywhere to go at all.