From This Side of the Glass

I was killing time by the window. Couldn't sleep, couldn't lie.

Road lit up like a thin white line when the headlights slid by.

I saw a maze up by Johnson's place. Saw the engine dim down low.

Then I watched him roll right past the house where the porch

light glowed. Didn't hear a knock or a sound. Just a pause,

then the road unwound. I saw him slow, I saw him

choose. Saw one door, skipped clean through. Some folks say he never came,

some say he stayed awhile. All I know is what I saw