I hear the drone
a mile away,
the endless stream of traffic,
truckers & autos
pushing on in
the stillness
of a winter morn,
no sun to guide them,
just endless rows
of highway lights.
I fight the loneliness
with my woolen blanket,
realizing
my feet are cold,
listening alone.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 4:52 AM UTC
I hear the drone
a mile away,
the endless stream of traffic,
truckers & autos
pushing on in
the stillness
of a winter morn,
no sun to guide them,
just endless rows
of highway lights.
I fight the loneliness
with my woolen blanket,
realizing
my feet are cold,
listening alone.
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