The Ghost of I 40

the ghost of I 40





Mini van, pickup, sedan, semi,
each speared for a moment by my headlight
just as I begin to pass by

red tail lights march on ahead
just more strangers
rushing home to go to bed

Great freight train headlight
slices through the dark like a scythe
as I roar past them in the night

twist the throttle charge towards the dawn
a flash of light the roar of pipes
im there briefly then im gone

just a tail light that soon fades away
the darkness consumes me
like a ghost on a lost highway