It’s that KWISH…
… sound of the truck’s air brakes backing up snug to
the loading dock’s battered pads in the middle of the
night.
windshield rain
smell of hot drip coffee
from the thermos
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The Sign As They Likely Dashed
At 2am it is a curious but welcome sight – seeing the
neon OPEN lit up like that. It doesn’t make sense, but
life has been very nonsensical as of late. Still, I
slow the car down to a sloppy pace as the windshield
wipers furiously slap the pelting rain and try to peer
in the massive plate-glass window with hopes of seeing
life. For a glimmer, I see someone in there, but it’s
nothing more than a faceless shadow being obliterated
by a flicker of lightning. No such luck. Definitely
closed. Somebody forgot to turn off the sign as they
likely dashed out the door with an aluminum-foil
wrapped hot beef, rutabaga and potato pasty and
styro-bowl of tomato-rice soup in a thick brown-paper
bag. I can almost see the wedge of paper napkins,
hastily grabbed, sitting on top of their late evening
carry-home meal.
insomnia
man-in-the-moon
and me
* Jeffrey Winke is a haiku/ haibun poet and public relations counselor. Recent publications include That Smirking Face, a haiku-art broadside collaboration with Matt Cipov (Milwaukee: Distant Thunder Press, 2008) and PR Idea Book: 50 Proven Tools That Really Work (Denver: Outskirts Press, 2006). www.jeffwinke.com
