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