Ross Vassilev- A Poem

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.