Cars rolls in,
dry and shining.
In the heat,
they sparkle like doves.
Hands we shake,
as do chains and keys.
Into gear
and I’m somebody else
Smells: sweet, cool;
I transcend on up
and the smoke
on my lips, is borrowed.
Crimes fall by,
under wheels they die,
all at once
I’m complicit in fury.
I return,
unscathed. Nod and smile,
then I’m gone
and stand, waiting for duty.