The Nocturne of Highway Drifters

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Cat's eye streetlights--

The orange vigil from sundown

To sunrise--

Glare through car windows

Empty fields

Hotel curtains, half-drawn



Sleepless faces are

The midnight rush

Top speed to somewhere

Thrill of insomnia.

Below:

Race of inconstant light,

Above:

The highway cosmos--

Stars hanging from iron poles

Wandering by till dawn



Red-eyed travelers

Chase shadows down the straight-backed road

Keeping time

In the nocturne of highway drifters

Gravel-voiced engines

And echoes into

The unknown, past the edges

Of the window



Red-faced clock

Counts the hours till it's needed

Indifferent in the darkness

A shadow bends in the mirror

Hunched at the window sill

And overhead, streetlights stare

Scattered in their moonless midnight

Branding crosses on the finger-printed glass

They are

Angels in the mirror

Perched at a shadowed shoulder

Whispering the watcher's wisdom

To the idle mind

Writing poetry on the late night wayside.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Reflections at a hotel at midnight, overlooking a busy road.

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