Late at night,
the lonely state building
off the Interstate
becomes a growing refuge.
There's a driver or two
pulling in and out behind
one heading for home and
another heading across the country.
The truckers grab
a quick nap
freshen up
and feed the machines out back.
Out in the back,
where the truckers are,
lined up in the lot
or stretched out to the road.
The big rigs rest
like wandering cowboys with their
trusty 18-wheeled stallions.
at the Interstate way station
the gleaming lights and rumbling,
idling engines of the diesel horses.
They'll bed down until daybreak
when they gallop off down the raod.
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