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by Logan
Rated: E · Poetry · Supernatural · #562355
A man calming down after an argument encounters more than he expected.
Midnight in Missouri

Midnight in Missouri
A silver moon hangs in the sky
Crickets call from out the darkness
An old Ford Pontiac screams by
With the man behind the wheel
Just trying to let off steam
From a row with his fiancée
So mad he wants to scream

Up ahead around some corners
With a fire red dirt bike
Stands a kid out in the roadside
Loitering within the night
With his cigarette in hand
Waiting for a passer-by
With ominous intentions,
He gazes at the starlit sky

"You walk out that door" she said
"You're never comin' back"
Dust clouds from the tires
Replied with gravel from the track
And from a packet on the dash
Another cigarette, he takes
He rounded the next corner
And anchored on the brakes

Up ahead in misty moonlight
Stood a kid by a dirt bike
A dirt bike, so fire red
It blazed within the night
Storming out the Pontiac
His anger held its sway
With eyes as sharp as razors
The kid just looked the other way

By the time he reached the kid
He found him pointing at the ground
The ground so far beneath them
Where the overpass was down
And down there in the gorge
Was a fire red dirt bike
A body mangled there beside it
In the quicksilver moonlight

And when he looked back up
The kid and bike were gone
A solitary, chill wind blew
In silver moonlight, the mist shone
And he looked around so vacantly
At events so quickly passed
At midnight in Missouri
At the Missouri overpass
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