Her headlights

 Trail of mediocre men in her rearview
dizzy stumbling runover
spilling their dinner sauce
disoriented and overexcited

pavement comes up face goes down
Smack!
her car makes a turn at the end of the road
Mediocre men temporary neighbors

Scatter in shame and exposure
daylight shining stronger than her headlights
the steam thicker than the smoking tyres
Her defying farewell in burnt rubber

You the mediocre man
delayed!
distracted and fumbling for a sense of himself
sprinting back to the old version

all ready to throw himself
Into the middle of the road
To hail down some nice ride
Like a destitute hitchiker