An evening breeze
rustles linen curtains
and stains me
with waves of jasmine.
Unable to sleep
and drenched in sweat
I plunge headfirst
into melancholy,
then light up a smoke
and replay scenes
from black-and-white days
of misspent youth,
the soft amber glow
like a broken tail-light
on a Dodge pickup
somehow leading me home.
