I put the melted ice in my cup
and pour one for the road again.
This is my final last call. I'll drive
home one eyed to keep the road
from ******* with me. I stay in
lines and park crooked. I'm home.
I thought by now I'd figured it out.
I'm older than my grandpa was
when he took pessimism to a grave.
I'll drive until I see the green moon.