Blacktop Dreaming

In the parking lot, I sit

And a coyote sits beside me

Skittish at first, now bold

But still as we watch the cars leave

I have met him before

Watched his furtive path

On the blacktop we both dream

Of forest and the foliage

In bed I hear the music

Echoing staticky off the walls

Like a distant radio station

And all the voices through the doorway

I can see you standing there

I pretend I do not know

How you tilt your head

The smile in your silhouette