Highway Store

[shadowknows69]

In my dreams the darkness stalking
Empty streets down which I’m walking
A soupy fog of a future sings to me

A stretching highway in the distance
Abandoned toll booths
A highway store
Still open,
Serving burgers, selling coffee
And more

Way station before the road
Leading somewhere black
Ominous destinations
Several cars moving slowly
Weary travelers
Roaming blindly down the strip

Comfort here, but fleeting
Coffee is bad, burgers burnt
Man at the counter incapable of smiles
He takes my coins
TV takes his eyes
I wish myself a good day
But only the road waits

We’ve left the last chance saloon
The burger joint is closed
No more cups of Joe at Joe’s
The Highway Store is in our mirror

Nothing to do but move on
To darker places than we’ve ever been
Ignoring the other drivers
Cutting off one or two
Maybe even hitting a walker
If it cuts the time a bit
To make the next rest stop

But it’s not coming
And we don’t know where we’re going
Only that the tank is nearly empty
-S

[shadowknows69]

1. Who unrecs poetry. Really?

But thanks for the excuse to kick.

[shadowknows69]

2. Daytime kick. Wrote late last night