There is a very good chance I'm completely wrong on this, but...
When reading this poem I picture a man driving alone on a dark road. As he is surrounded by darkness he begins to talk to himself. (That's the only way the line, "John, I sd, which was not his name" makes sense to me.) In my mind this man has created an imaginary companion (John) to talk to on this lonely journey as a source of entertainment. Since "John" doesn't really exist, he is not capable off having a name. After a while of talking to this fictitious charter, the man snaps out of it and realizes that he needs to focus on the road and tells himself to "look out where yr going." Even if I did misinterpret the entire poem, is it not possible for something like this to actually happen on the road? Hasn't anybody ever zoned out while driving only regain focus just in time to avoid a hazard?
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