Waking in the hotel

a river of cars continuous

through the city at night


As daylight came

the stream of sound

did not change

though the rain

made the music of wheels

mimic a river through fields

Tires whoosh on asphalt Waters rush by unlit banks

Far from caravan of headlights and glare of human habitation
muddy waters surge by unseen roots


Waking in the hotel room

The river of cars continuous


No place to escape pulsing lights

No place to rest in darkness