(ask me again I'll tell you the same)
Somebody hurt?
Somebody dying?
Beautiful lights flashing
Big diesel engine throbbing
In perfect time
With the slow
Blues on
The radio the paramedic holds
His lids open shines a penlight
Inside he stands wobbling
falling in their arms his face
Dripping blood
Hit and run
Somebody couldn’t face it
A dark night, an unlit intersection, a black bike
All twisted up nearby, a black baseball cap
Lying on the other side of the street.
I stop my truck, pick it up
Carry it over, touch
the fireman’s bare arm with it
He looks up at me, not understanding,
Takes it anyway, I can’t
Speak, just walk away
As I hear one of them
behind me
Say, What’s your name?
Where do you live?
How old are you?
