San Juan

Sometimes I look at the notes on my iPhone and wonder: “what the hell?”

I thought that Low Road was the only story I’ve completed. But then I found this weird poem/story thing in my notes.

I don’t know what it means, but it was exactly what I needed to read.

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San Juan

I picked up smoking again

Driving westward down I-10

I needed something to do.

I took a familiar exit. Went down a familiar road.

The thick of the day, the heat wore me like a sweater.

I pulled over. Lit a cigarette. Then leaned against the car.

When I was young, I’d get high. Friends would say “I’m going to San Juan.”

I doubt they ever made it.

But I’ve got my car. I’ve got my cigarettes.

“I’m going to San Juan”

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