Evening route

The music on the radio is inane.

I could scratch-but I trimmed the mane.

Instead, I have my stare on tail lights catching reflector streaks trace through the dark.

I almost miss the car that has stalled in my lane-no lights.

The final turn feels long in the dark. The dark feels deeper with no lights-another outage.

Through the curtains a faint light shines-home.