HIGHWAY WALTZ (Brian Mello) There’s a rig jack-knifed out on Box Car Road Diesel smoke billows towards the sky My dad and the neighbors run with flares in their hands The driver lies perfectly still on the roadside And meanwhile across the fields at the Union Hall Couples sway in time to the highway waltz The colored lights and glitter always fall But tonight we’ve got the highway waltz Now half the town’s gathered down by the wreckThe sirens scream and take the driver away Cars slow down for while then they’re on their way again Another violent distraction on these desolate plains Mom said not to look “Go back in the house”, she said But that fire’s so beautiful It’s hard to look away