Huh? Night driving

somebody dumped a bucket of stars,
shining lights, the eyes of cars,

yesterday seems far away,
the awful truth in disarray

somebody stole the road, its gone,
but later on will come the dawn,

like a nightbird flying low,
leaving trouble far below,

somebody set the moon on the hood,
round and white, it seems so good,

colors flash, the sun comes on,
smeared with colors of Cezanne,

somebody flipped the black from the sky,
a fast goodbye, don't worry why.

1977