some nights

could be good
to get out of the house
see something new
smell the roses
all that jazz
perhaps, perhaps
snap crackle sizzle
watch the wit fizzle
as a comedian falls
on his face
in a manner of speaking
and we fly out the door 
on sixteen wheels
between us
and a truck driver wears his hat
a jaunty angle
to provoke questioning
while we sink deeper into
a more cushioned place
that we have yet known