Poem to Be Read at 3 a.m.

 If you don't count the cook shack
 On the town's far edge.
 This dirt road town
 At 3 a.m.
 Was dark but
 For my car's lights
 And up in
 One two-tiered room
 A lone light shone
 For one who
 Was sick or
 Lost in a book
 As I drove past
 At high speeds
 Sans thought.
 This poem
 Is for you who
 Had the light on

                                -- Don Just
                                   (done by V. Volt)