Driving In The Midnight Hour Poem by Matthew Holloway

the street lamps pass
in glowing orbs, micro stars
a blur of amber against the night
which almost seems endless
the road stretches out onwards
near silent except for a passing car
nameless people on unknown journeys
much like myself, a traveller
driving through the night, sleepless
the radio kept low, with intent
to provide a background noise
rather than distract thoughts
hands on the wheel griped
eyes blink, still watching
the passing lights of the road
in this midnight hour