Doctor Pepper and Lucky Strikes

On the road each night we air  
our grievances the passing days.
through cigarettes, what is said there 
amongst the travelers will stay.

Doctor Pepper and Lucky Strikes: 
a midnight trek now commonplace  
work now in tandem, for a price;
how savory the lingered taste.  

On failing engines bet our lives,  
Choked in clouds misspend our prime  
and fuel addictions on the drive:  
Taurine, nicotine and time-  
  
a drug itself: the thieving clock.  
It levels all by its own course.  
The death knell of its ticking talk  
speaks volumes yet goes never hoarse.  
  
   
(So one more measure shall we pour,  
a glass we raise in company.  
The sun shines on no closd door;  
we share a drink with thee.)