A Cold Rain Obscures L.A. Tonight

A cold rain obscures L.A. tonight.
I'm driving the Harbor Freeway where
thick ocean mists
barely slow us below sixty,
rain is more rare
and we're stopped up now
a mile of us in our
cars nosing the sleek road.
I've heard this coast
the self-destructive,
I stylize my caution
an extra car-length
turn up my radio
and move toward an exit in the alien rain.
I'm not from here either.

–Tony Quagliano