Neon Dreams on Route 66

The night hums soft with neon glow, A swallow soars in lights below. The old motel, a beacon bright, A memory wrapped in colored light.

The desert moon, behind a shroud, Slips silver whispers through the cloud. A lone car rests, its journey stays, Beneath the sign's electric haze.

Echoes dance along the street, Footsteps lost where past and present meet. A traveler lingers, eyes alight, Bathed in Tucumcari night.