All Punched Out

Orion's belt unbuckles
above the on ramp
I take home from the night job.

The star warrior and the wage earner
change lanes;  raised club and turn signal
flashing bright.

The black ocean peeks through passing trees.
I don't see what's constant as I drive
home from overtime.

The hero wonders when he can put his arm down
and ride the waves in the mythical moonlight
of California.

My exit's coming up. I'll be home soon,
boots off, legs on the couch.

No need to set the alarm, I'm already ready.
Will SchmitComment