Lessons From Prior Addictions

With the top down speeding toward the Harbor
Tunnel, in the Baltimore mid-day heat,
With Philip Glass blasting his sound, and more
Overload than the brain can make complete

My unresolved mind has made itself up
Concluding in patterns all of its own...
But uncertainty comes to interrupt
The logic of the highway headed home.

I slow to pay the tunnel toll and speed
Up into the tiled darkness and its sound.
Is all our logic governed by our need?
The drink and junk sure turned my head around.

The tunnel kills the scream. It's true. Once you
Make your mind up, won't any reason do?