Moebius

My break could have been two hours long but
I had forty-five minutes and the sun
Was shining, as is its ancient custom,
And I was driving slow with windows down
And my left wrist twisting in the warm air
With cheap speakers blaring out Morrissey,
And for the first time in my whole damn life
I thought, “I am going to be okay.”
I suppose it does not really matter.
You can wait too long to be a good man.
I did.