Wanderlust

Wanderlust

We’ve been trailing this truck
the whole night hoping
its will-o’-the-wisp headlights weaving
down the midnight highway
will get us through to –

……Who knows where we’re headed?
……Who care when we get there?

The thundering engine
and shifting of gears
fills the empty night
with a percussive symphony
for drifters and grifters
and only we hear its siren song
taking something
somewhere.


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