The light in my eyes

Tonight’s poem is about
The light in my eyes.
 
Sometimes it’s a sunrise
Over the boulevard that
Leads to a steel mill that
Leads to jobs for a bunch
Of people just like me.
 
Sometimes the light
Is midday on a park
With a path around it
That doesn’t really lead
Anywhere but right back
To where it started.
That’s the point.
 
Sometimes the sun sets
Out far over Interstate 80
And a bunch of people in
Illinois who couldn’t give
A rat’s ass about what I
Think about the light.
 
Me neither. Good night.