The undulating sighs of tyres

Licking cold tarmac

This will do to replace the silence

To trace the shape of somewhere less bereft

Whispered through multi-layered fabrications

Tearing through the flat grey curtain

Deep inside the unlit un-scenery

They drive for miles to not arrive

Exit left but never leaving

Destination: unknown

Agenda: who cares?

As I lie in the dark

They are nothing to me

But the lullaby of the night air