windows of highways

looking out thru the windows
to the highway called my life
18 wheelers barreling down
pushing up against the bumpers
of the ordinary
got my headlights on high
gas tank is low
last stop miles ago
going south
on northbound lanes
entry ramp wrong way
heading down the highway
looking at my life
thru fogged up windows
or dirty
can't tell which
right now
take out my heart
wipe it clean
see me
standing on the corner
with cardboard sign of my soul
will work for love
slightly bruised
very worn
i scream at me
with outstretched hands
for change
i throw at me
what i can spare
see me
falling to knees
in rear view
i lock eyes w/ my own
pray to give her
give me
another day
amen