Joanna Gilman Hyde

One Night on the NY State Thruway

Eye drove with a silver haired

CBC executive

On into the night

And he said to me

Alone as we were:

“Ahh to keep driving

On into the night”

How many beds have I made

For Dr Blair

But not for my self?

I have the bed in my grafitti-ed room

And have had no one in it

But cats —

Here I am

Again in a place

Of less than domesticity

And I have spread

A laundered quilt

Across a bed

Of complicity