Highway Hymn VI

Tongues of orange flame shine, showing the way
glowing little sprites
of argon headlights
peirouette off trees 'til the break of day

Feet must be tired from dancing all night
soon the sun will shine
on the yellow line
chariot of Helios soon in sight

Your nocturnal performance almost done
your legs must be sore
my weary escort

On blacktop dance floor
the last steps cut short
by the curtain call of the rising sun