Lately I’ve noticed,
As I stare out almost zombie like,
A beautiful silhouette over the clouds,
As the moon drenches the night sky,
That these moments,
Alone,
In this dirty driver’s seat,
Are some of the only moments to myself.
There is a promise in the air,
That a day is done,
And home is around the corner,
Leaving mistakes and successes behind me,
Hopefully lost in my dust,
An ache in my worn out feet,
A pain in my empty stomach,
And a rippling sensation in my shoulder,
All reminders of a job done,
As the car purrs,
On that darkened road,
In these silent moments,
Spent alone,
While thoughts of the future,
And regrets,
And promises,
Play passenger.