at 4 in the morning
it's just me and the truckers on the road
and the psycho killers in their minivans.
no one else is up and dressed,
pants on one leg at a time,
coffee sloshed.
there seem so many trucks but
it's really the same number as always -
just the lack of other cars
makes them look like Stonehenge
has decided to relocate.
there's the truck from Sysco
with its cargo of
Bloomin' Onions/Awesome Blossoms/Texas Roses.
there's the truck from Wal-Mart
with its cargo of
Chinese plastic wrapped electronics.
There's the BP truck
with its tanks full of black
paid for in blood.
there's the psycho killer's minivan
with its grim sacrifice
carefully wrapped -
a Chinese baker, perhaps
who had stopped to get gas
too late at night?
citizens with day jobs
and for-profit criminals
are all snoring -
it's still yesterday's night for them.
us,
we're all driving into the morning of their tomorrow
(except for the Chinese baker,
who will have no more tomorrows
or even today).
it's just me and the truckers on the road
and the psycho killers in their minivans.
no one else is up and dressed,
pants on one leg at a time,
coffee sloshed.
there seem so many trucks but
it's really the same number as always -
just the lack of other cars
makes them look like Stonehenge
has decided to relocate.
there's the truck from Sysco
with its cargo of
Bloomin' Onions/Awesome Blossoms/Texas Roses.
there's the truck from Wal-Mart
with its cargo of
Chinese plastic wrapped electronics.
There's the BP truck
with its tanks full of black
paid for in blood.
there's the psycho killer's minivan
with its grim sacrifice
carefully wrapped -
a Chinese baker, perhaps
who had stopped to get gas
too late at night?
citizens with day jobs
and for-profit criminals
are all snoring -
it's still yesterday's night for them.
us,
we're all driving into the morning of their tomorrow
(except for the Chinese baker,
who will have no more tomorrows
or even today).
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