Black Coffee

You were drowning in the sweat, you were soaking up the dregs
I was on the floor, below your knees, rubbing both your legs
You were crying, back to wall, jumper burning friction
I was reading, I was screaming, you were swallowing my diction
You panted like a tiny dog, black coffee dark as night in fog
With no headlights
With no seatbelts
When we were squealing, wheeling, hard-shoulder dealing
Last summer's troubles, taxed, no feeling
Wiped your dripping face against my collar
Didn't care, didn't care much
For you anyway