I drove to the coffee shop with Born in the U.S.A. on cassette the whole way. At the coffee shop, I tried to write but got stuck before the two stopped at the gas station off I-10 in California. Blame it on John Lee Hooker or restless nights or the Times. I should have put on my headphones and drank another cup of black tea that sat like a bale of hay on the middle of my tongue. I sat at the counter overlooking the street and waited to see what might happen next.