a poem

[smokingjoe68]

Hitchhiker


Under an overpass
a man can contemplate
in a bath of cool air
while waiting out a storm.

His tired eyes are closed by
countless drops applauding
growing gaps of silence,
broken by some skipping cans.

Falling faster, fading
as darkness feeds the storm.
Waiting demons strip his
sanity at the graves.

Lightning shatters the night.
Thunder barks the charges.
A heavy whistle screams
at winds that rip right through.

He bolts out from under
into the rain, running
to an all night truck stop's
dimly shining beacon.

Coffee and a menthol,
a dark eyed waitress' smile
warm his cold wet skin, and
swing close the gates of hell.


hey everyone. haven't been on in a while but I just bought a new lap top so I'll try and come around a little. I've been working on this writing. This one still needs some work but I thought I'd share what I have so far.

Peace