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Milford Beach

Now,
he abandons me at odd hours in a parking lot. Taking leave under cover of night,
he flies home to see the wife and kid.
As I get in my car and glance in the mirror; realizing I'm no younger, nor wiser,
I push the visor, then reach under the seat.
A bit of Peppermint Schnapps and a Steely Dan tape.
these things will make the trip less reflective.
And,
after a few shots and some Deacon Blue,
I'm smiling and driving with the window open and my hair is blowing in the breeze.
I'm beginning to feel as though I could rule the world, vicariously.
After all,
he is the President of the United States, and I'm
more than just a good friend.