What do you do, do you grit your teeth and slam on your brakes while the radio plays a song that reminds you? Do you wind down your window and stick your elbow out while the darkness moves in? Isn’t it cold while the saxophone notes the sadness of the wind? What do you do when the headlights shine on past you? Does it help when the holy ghost is laughing at you? What do you do, do you resent the road that makes this possible?

23 July 1974