TRUCK STOP MORNING

BRENNAN BURKS

Grizzled men swollen
in scratched-leather
Carhartt jackets
standing in front
of giant engines
     idle
     rumbling

Huddled,
side-by-side
staring into Styrofoam
cups steaming

     the grit of road
     of factories
     of bodies
          churning

     on stiff and stained
     oiled hands
     smeared with shadows
     of a hard-earned past

Cracked faces
in the morning
light
Pockmarked
like abandoned
stone quarries

ground down
to a tired

          I do not understand

about the author
Brennan Burks writes poetry and fiction, and writes for the Dayton City Paper.