the moon shines through the trees
the stars look down on the highway
the long dark highway
and the big rigs
the big rigs rolling
carrying roast beef for arby’s sandwiches to indianapolis
and buns for big macs to jacksonville florida
and eggs for breakfast sandwiches for dunkin donuts to buffalo new york
and bandaids and deodorant to cvs’s in dallas
and chicken wings to popeyes in salt lake city
and coffee grounds to winchell’s donuts in las vegas
and stacks of people magazine to milwaukee
and swanson’s tv dinners to butte montana
and milky way candy bars to juneau alaska
all these things to distribution centers lit up in the american night
to be delivered in the morning to apartments and condos and gated communities and retritement homes all over this geat land
you get the picture
we are safe now
never again to cross a mountain in a smowstorm
or cling to a raft overturned on a raging river
or get eaten by a bear
or bitten by a rattlesnake or a stonefish or a wolverine
but sometimes
in the dead of night
after a long day of bingewatching a new miniseries about the royal families of intergalactic empires
or a new version of dracula or winnie the pooh or little women
i lie down and close my eyes
and think i can hear the big rigs
the big rigs humming
humming down the dark highways
alone
in the wind and rain
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