Yesterdays Papers

An orange glow makes the cars dance in the dark,
and the rain confuses images of the outside world,
duplicated drivers make their way to unimportant places,
the only thing on these roads that are changing are the signs.

People stand in far off places trying to catch a ride,
leaving their faith in humanity lying on the roadside,
rain batters cardboard placards romantically marked 'Home',
their fate becomes a passing thought, their destiny unknown.

Distant lands welcome worn down faces,
neighbours wave off loves rear lights,
sleep deprived eyes fight for space in the same direction,
a tin box devouring what's inside.

In far off places men sit on sidewalks, abandoned by mankind,
cover their heads with yesterdays papers, the people time left behind,
rain patters against the shell of a once proud man, misery by another name,
wheels roll past to far off places, it's always the same way to the grave.