Dallas is dark and almost still, trying to stay asleep. I have never been here at 4am wheeling down this empty highway, it feels I'm somewhere more Midwestern and 1950's. The greatest show on earth has quit the town it seems. A weary circus
stuffed its costumed dogs and pacing
lions, acrobats and even the tiny
car full of clowns back into their crates and trunks and bright railcars; the wheels turn to leave. The loud red Barnum and Bailey signs silently mouth to me, “We hope you come next year.” My eyes nod to each silver car unconsciously in search of a giraffe head or two poking through
the roof, a dangled elephant trunk, or the bearded lady brushing out her wavy hair. Abandoning these tracks, this lost Edward Hopper scene rolls away to somewhere else. A clown face finishes his
cigarette, flicks it out the window and resumes his pose.