The long train of dusty vehicles
Inching along the dustier trail
Leaving a new tail of dirt cloud
As every Columbus tries a new route.
The dust doesn't bother me
Neither the dirt
Nor the brown clouds
As I scan the horizon for the destination
The metal bird waits for me
It puffs and groans on the Tarmac
The bridge is connected
Still eating sand I scan the horizon
My captain has managed to get ahead
Leaving the curses behind
We surge ahead
My hopes with the waiting bird
Th vehicle stops
I make a dash forward
Through seas of happiness and sorrow
I reach my carrier
Squeezed into my seat the bird finally flies
I look down at the dust bowl
And see the never ending lines
Now illuminating the darkness below.
