Ode to my Truck

• With the moon in its fifth day of waning
• and the artic air waxing,
• the night was vast and cold.
• I coasted her to rest w/in the shoals.
• The tar river was roaring,
• even so late.
• The thunder of the big trucks
• whizzing by.
• She shook,
• for she must have been cold too,
• frozen more like it.
• I tuck my hands underneath my thighs
• trying to keep my fingertips from freezing.
• My breath freezes on the windows.
• Please listen, to the story,
• The places we’ve been,
• Her engine singing to me.
• She was my companion,
• my home.
• With her,
• I pulled one dream
• out of another.