he let down the top of his classic cabriolet
before driving out of town,
small like so many others,
to the point of lacking a name.

from his glove compartment, he recovered sunglasses and a map of the southern states,
buried under piles of discarded receipts
for the purchase of gasoline, oil, and rc cola.
he put the map down in the passenger seat,
a suitable companion for the journey,
and accelerated until he could feel the wind in his hair.