In response to the first question, to paraphrase the first four stanzas:
He is in a car. He sees other cars. He heads to junk yard to rendevou with his girl.
In response to the second question or the free write poem:
Via Clarice
Carpet of twinkle overhead mates the
confounding darkness enfolding embrace.
The nights blanket, still and alive, is
a mouth full of tender kisses.
Hands seeking warmth, love, comfort, anything!
The nights willing partner
reaches out to grasp desperation
holds it close, enjoying the tender kisses
soft hands in hair, on neck.
Maybe turn off the car to linger here
in delight of concealment which
leads to the ground pressing hard up
as a body presses hard down.
Bird song into the night fades mixt with
voices blurred together, breathing succinctly.
Close, so close its painfully amazing.
The night rears up to greet its children
the sneaky little devils
have snuck out of their beds to make the
ground their nest,
to hide in each others arms
under her magical cloak of stars
mists, shadows and breath.
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