Jake's Flea Market

five oclock’s the first to leave

it also goes out through the staffonly door

its mouth’s a horn it leaves behind

its voice is the sound of the horn

its word is its voice that goes out in the rain
that goes through the rain
without an umbrella without getting wet

it wraps itself around the parking lot

it gets into parked cars through locked doors

before the parked cars’ voices are cleared
before their words are started

five oclock’s word ends and its voice dies