Dept. Of Errors
Dave Trautz
Keys in the ignition
A passing view of police
A cheap scrap metal ring
And the warmth kept inside
The frost chill on the windshield
Features blur and reshape
Headlights wash the ceiling
To a slow song soundtrack
Oh, low voices, confessions
Quietly tremble
Here it means everything
A stretch of road where no one slows
Watching stars through the sunroof
The distance between us