In the cold compartment of car
Clouds of moonmilk through the windows
Milk in the moonlight, heaped up in rows
Like milk clouds in cold water, standing in the moon
Through shadows of palm trees, wet and cold Pam trees
Pam sits on haunches pressed up to the window
Pam on the carpet against the cold window
Pam examines the lights of Los Angeles
Pam imagines me in my Pinto
Lost in the 80's repose of my Pinto