She shook me from my back seat sleep
With one bare arm reaching over the wall between us.
Seeing me awake, she turned back to facing forward
And broke the silence of the drone of passing cars,
"Go on. This is as far as I'm going your way." she said.
I considered how she knew.
I had not told her my way,
Nor had she asked.
"Get out," she said again.
So I reached to the floorboard and gathered my clothes
Into the knapsack I have had since I was seven.
Dallas, GA, 1981.09