Eyes near closed, listening intently,
the purring of my idling engine.
Distant trucks, with air brakes rumbling,
conditioned air blows through my vents.
Eyelids so heavy, streetlights sparkle,
distorted by my lashes flickering mode.
House lights shine in so many colours,
shimmer through thin curtains bright.
Headlights racing past my car door,
indicators flashing orange in the night.
Brake lights, crimson ,reflects in mirror,
the street has turned a soft blood red.
Yellow sign displays some caution;
a mum and boy may cross the street.
No key no entry, just keep waiting;
I may not sleep in my bed this eve.
Illuminated dashboard, blue & red lights,
the revolutions, counted at six hundred.
Open skylight shows stars above me,
sparkling night-lights as a city sleeps.
Head nods off for a single moment,
five hours later, my eyes begin to peep.
Morning light reflects off my mirror,
the Magpies warble down the street.
Caution! Now is time for reflection.
Lady and boy still on the side of street?
All night-lights disappeared for now,
Dashboard yellow, fuel pump flashes.
The engine sputters to a stand still.
Expensive thoughts, or a dream to keep?
Stopped on the side of the road for a snooze. Inspired by the child crossing sign.