Midnight Trucker
a bald eagle
eating a roadkill deer
on the solid white line
just dares us to hit him
as we creep up the hill
stars and headlights
as I race a freight train
down the interstate
until he goes his way
and I go mine
no one for miles
on this Kansas two-lane
a voice from the static
asks where I'm headed
on this beautiful night
Nebraska interstate
the stars blur
into power lines
as I grab another gear
and try to stay awake
I spot the black dog
as my truck jerks back
from the shoulder
my, all these coyotes
this last hundred miles