Old Signs

Cold seat leather in the midnight air. Streetlights flicker, but nobody there. Engine humming like a quiet tone. City feels crowded, but I'm alone. Glass holds reflections I barely know. Passing old corners where memories go. Radio whispers through static and hiss. Moments feel distant, but nothing I miss. Wheel in my hands and the tempo stays plain. Night wraps softly like a slow rain. Buildings fade into shadows and dust. Miles keep rolling through metal and rust. Bridges above me like stories untold. Headlights like rivers of silver and gold. No sudden motion, no need to explain. Deep house drifting inside of the lane. Parking lot empty, streetlamp halo wide. Quiet reflections move next to my side. Breathe stays steady, heartbeat low. Bass like a whisper that only I know. Old signs fading, names frozen in place. Every new mile erases a face. Tires keep tracing a line through the dark. Road feels endless, a quiet remark. Mirrors show pieces of nights left behind. Fragments of voices that live in my mind. No loud story, no reason to speak. Just steady motion through every street. City falls silent while dawn stays away. Glass lights flickering at the end of the way. Engine grows softer, but motion stays true. Night keeps moving, I follow it through. Parking lot empty, streetlamp wide. Radiant shadows by my side. Old signs fading, names filled in. Road keeps talking, I breathe in. Mirrors holding nights gone past. Slow, deep rhythm, moments last. City behind me, lights grow small. Engine whisper, that is all.