What I wanted to tell you but can’t here
in front of everyone is that sometimes
it’s just me & the bartender & four hours
to fill & I take a nice long look out
at no one & turn up louder & louder
drowning second-guesses fingers flaming
fueled by ghosts I’ve told myself are listening…
& later after the manager says
(one way or another) there’s no money
& I’ve turned out on the highway headed
nowhere but the next town & an unexpectedly
full moon hovers on the horizon,
I’ll head right for it,
glowing.