The empty Monster can
On the floorboard of your Jeep.
I tuck it behind my heels
So it doesn’t roll around and bump into my feet.

Speeding over the hills,
The bends of Charlottesville.
Normally I’d look at the road out of fear,
Instead I just keep looking at you.
Thought you kept stealing glances at me.
Now I remember,
The sideview mirror.