Slam Behind the Curtain

Driving down the lonely road I stare forward as tears stream down my face leaving clean tracks from where dirt once resided.

The sun sets in the distance as it laughs and I’m humiliated.

My guitar is in the back seat, a sound hasn’t come out in days and its strings scream in a motionless pain.

The bumps in the road make me bounce in a sad discomfort as the past streaks by in the rearview mirror.

Then red and blue flashes appear behind me as a siren screams to pull over.

I pull off to the side and turn off the car and an officer of the law walks up.

He writes on a slip then hands it to me and tells me to pay the price within X amount of days.

He drives off and I begin to start up my car, but it spits and cries to a dead halt.

I slam my head against the wheel as the horn sounds off in a mocking scream.

And I stay there throughout the night as the moonlight shines in on my face and the past still stares at me in the mirror.