Poem: But Not Tonight

But Not Tonight

I keep meaning to update
the credit card information
on my Sunpass account.

Each time I drive
on the turnpike,
the toll booth chides me:

LOW FUNDS, it screams
with angry red letters,
and I remember

I need to do that,
but I do not recall
afterwards.  I think of it

only in that moment,
when I am driving
and can do nothing.

Of course, now
I am here, writing
and not driving,

am at home, free to take care
of this problem, right now,
if only my wallet were in the room.