Your passenger deflates in the shotgun seat
As you follow the bright white dots through a curve
Of a blacktop road at night
The cigarette lighter by the driver’s door…
Push it in
See the white bunny hop out of sight
What’s it up to?
No one will remember, don’t even try
Ahead, a bridge facing tomorrow
With red glowing rivets fastening trestles of iron
Surrounded by a dense black sky
Someone is climbing to the top to hoist a flag
He carries its meaning with him
What a line of cars driving down Kings Highway
Three lanes of rednecks past the black and white theater
I know, I know, I told my friend – It’s only a movie