As if I Didn’t Know

As if I Didn’t Know

Rumours of rain manifest.
Incoming coastal spray
& road dross lash the swinging
window wipers down through
state highway six this morning.

Sinatra’s grinding it out slow
in the back seat—starts putting
the moves on me like an old pro.
Here’s that rainy day again
and don’t I know it sweetheart.

I have to pull over before he
even makes it to the punchline;
barely able to see the windscreen
through the sting of burning optics.

©️Orion Foote, 2022