Nap

slept lying on my back in the
parking lot
behind the Credit Union
under fierce blue clouds
thick as pillows
and full of rain
that never came --
no one run over me
or beat my head in
the tar warm against my
skin
the curb stone a hard cushion
but welcome one;
I woke to the sound of big
trucks up on the highway
their baffles
a stuttering beat of
drum.