black chevrolet

flying down the 101
in a hail of little droplets
chasing grooves in the pelted concrete
sucking in the ocean's breath
I lost the sunshine somewhere
don't know where it went
my knees are wet I can't see far
and what that exit meant
as it slid by in the fog and mist
was more than just a street

It was heat and light and liquid warmth
my hands curl up in damp
I need to find a coffee-shop
where I can stop
and stretch
and flex my fingers
and shut gray fairyland out