after eyes (a night song, a street song)

he closes his eyes

night
suddenly
has fallen

a river
of road flows past
the other side
of the window

traffic roars

the sound projection
of a whirling round
of tyres

echoes
round the street canyon
walls
bring a dream

as gears
grate through another change

a b-double truck
labors
up the grade

then it fades …

was
never there …

he wanders
into a state
of waiting

for a car
another vessel
another echo

and all through
the long black
these sounds
intersperse
with the silence

this is sleep
when you
are on
the road

this is sleep
for him
on the river
of
the road

~