The Midnight Car tweets from its Phone Booth,
I Can see it Talking to its Employee -
A Long wire descends Close to it -
While the Other voice Echoes back from the Manhole.
It's got its Allies - Of Different Sizes, Numbers & Sounds:
One stands on its Feet and Imitates the Dinosaurs
While the other Hibernates and Churns rocks.
The others[?], they look nothing like them:
They've got Helmets, Hands like Rubbers,
A Moonstone in their Clutch.
It's Cold, and Clouds issue out
When they Talk, When they Work -
Soon the Village will turn bleak
As One of them Presses his/her's Nimble foot
Before driving home, Together.
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The Road has its Idiosyncrasies
I won't understand
Till I'm not Home by Midnight -
It's showing me Directions
Purple, Blue, Yellow, Left, Right.
