Leaving Memphis

Going 75 on Interstate 40,
passing trucks and trees,
billboards reminding me
"Jesus saves"
one after the other.
My boyfriend, with his
crooked Elvis sideburns
and tinted orange shades
sits quietly on the passenger side.
His love for me
has taken a temporary backseat
to William Gibson's "Count Zero."
As he rests his hand on my right leg,
reminding me of his presence,
I can't help but wonder where I'll be,
years from now,
when I recall the memory
of this moment.