Riding the five two two
Along lake city way
Earbuds in eyes closed
Or texting or reading Hemingway
Or lonely for loved ones at home

Past strip malls, strip clubs
And a field of tombstones
Damp and rain-stained to a one
We ride into Seattle

The fans blast lukewarm air
The windows lost to fog
Rain streams in under the doors
Wipers smear the rain

Still damp but no longer wet
I nod “thanks for the ride”
And step into the rain