somewhere
hot summer night
and the gift
of loneliness
the streetlights
are the eyes
of Gods looking down
the Gods always know
everything
I see the headlights
of the truck
before it rushes by
like a whale
the trucker
has a deadline
a place he's gotta be
there's nowhere
I have to be
just wandering
the night
with the sleeping cars
and light from
scattered windows.
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