I was driving through the streets
in my SUV, engulfed in chipped red paint
It was 2 in the morning, dark-
ness was still falling over this city
They say she never sleeps. I guess so.
I sped up my car, thirty, forty, fifty miles per hour,
but not knowing where to go
I drive and drive, passing
streetlights, awnings, and traffic signs
People. Some here, some there
working men are sleeping, drunken men drinking
sometimes they overlap, poor things
I drive and drive again.
The clock ticks; 5.30 in the morning.
Rise and shine sleepy heads!
I looked for a public can, washed my face
and went to work.
I went to the gas station, filled my red baby, and drove
There goes some money for gas,
money that could be used
to save up to buy a house.
It’s funny how money comes and goes
but all I do is drive and drive some more.
But where to?
Copyright © Imana Gunawan
The above poem is a modified version of a piece I wrote during my Creative Writing class in VHS, 2010.