by Rick Williams
The miles go by, and those are good
but it's the waiting...
the sparkly lights at night, so pretty
and then the waiting...
conversations of the boastful men
in between the waiting...
the drone and rumble of rusty trains
while she's stopped and waiting...
arrival at the destination comes
and again begins the waiting...
she should be home and safely tucked
but instead she's stopped... and waiting.
