We Left on a Friday

Listening to Leonard Cohen while driving east on I-40 passing through Knoxville. Jason and Matt talk of photography. Church steeples and neon-lined buildings fill the horizon with JFG flashing behind Regas on the right. Cranes and blinking lights and urban salvage sprawling and the sound of semis passing me on the left. I pass time watching the light diffuse in the mist. The potential for disaster crosses my mind as the parking lights travel along on the slicked concrete wall.