In the Dark on Monday

Five in the morning

On my bike in the dark on Monday

My shoes are wet

And the streets are too wet to be riding

Leaves glow orange

One falls on my hand I don't attempt removing it

I soar through red lights

Almost turning my head precariously

One more block until

I will have to stop

What if I kept going

I'll keep going

Just not knowing

Where I'm going

My hat is worn low

While squinting ahead in a blurred glow

Twirling rectangular

Sign flashes brightly the cold outside

One more block until

I will have to stop

What if I kept going

I'll keep going

Just not knowing

Where I'm going

I reverse numbers

Up there in my mind I am warmed inside

I decide where I'd be

If they were measured inaccurately

One more block until

I will have to stop

What if I kept going

I'll keep going

Just not knowing

Where I'm going

What if I kept going

I'll keep going

Just not knowing

Where I'm going

One more block until

I will have to stop

What if I kept going