A song of night
the slow creep of cars
heading for the next town
and wayside roads
where broken hearts
gather at an empty
desert gas station
someone reads
“The Howl” out loud
the fear and
dreams we live up to
bus driver’s work
the road
curious eyes
imagine the release
of shadows
collapsing to the floor
like exhausted dancers
late hour hungry souls
search for distractions
