Weakened in all the wrong places
The vehicle was easy to steal
Rattled from his close encounter
The traveler is most focused
On finding the highway
Away from this place
And distant to the next he drives
Hours pass and time drags
As slow as the last body he moved
Fluid and free spirited in life
She was heavy and unyielding
At her death
The club where he caught her
Was almost as dark as him
The spinning hot lights
And dirty beam that held her
Drew him to her
This small town girl
With ambitions of grandeur
But a destiny of mud
Lay on the floor of his hotel room
To await nightfall
Still glittering eyes stare open
With the stunned expression
So many before her have known