gambling with coltrane

John Coltrane
Resolution
on LOUD.
I pull out of the parking lot
bar. A Highway Patrol pulls out and
follows.
I turn it up it goes
LOUDER.
alright cowboy, lets play.
a complete stop at the
light.
NO TURN ON RED
it says.
pull forward
he follows.
piano solo soars.
alright mother fucker, you want to play?
GREEN
turn right
onto the freeway
curve at 35 MPH.
I hit
20
30
40
resume.
lets go cowboy, lets go.
I see you behind me
red and blue lights on
faint.
I continue.
turn the left shifter
middle lane.
he turns left as
well.
I'll play your game.
Sax solo,
now it's Coltrane.
he turns to my right lane
halfway
between
slows down then
turns to my left
teasing,
waiting for it all.
I continue, speed to
40
50
65 MPH.
he speeds past to
my right
again.
65
70
80.
he dissolves into the
night.
I'll play your game, but
I wont
lose.
I've now memorized the
front frame crown victoria lights
through my rearview
and
I see another behind me,
thinking they've
fooled me.
I step up to
70 mph and onto
the 8 freeway off-ramp
from the
125.
another follows
close behind.
now it's a bass solo
stringing along it's hard way.
I pull to the right
and off
main and
he disappears too,
off to others not so
lucky.