Lightly I dash
Away in my car
Right time for once
I have no alarm
Then construction
Lands in my way
Chop out whole lanes
Leaving pits all day
I enter interstate
Interstate queues
Crazies tailgating
Giving me the blues
Lady behind me
Cellphone chatting
She keeps peering
At her floor matting
Zigging she goes
Zagging she weave
I pray inten’ly
My ass she does leave
I breathe relief
The lanes are shift
Pleasure short lived
A jam up ahead
Crawling through roads
Left car breaks right
Right off the lanes
I see no turn light
Once past trouble
Twice I do turn
Easy I breathe
Will I ever learn?
I’m not out yet
I detour forth
Am shocked? No way!
A car then turns north
He runs the stop
Stop sign he runs
Ignores my crossing
Get out! Damn you bum!
I keep driving
confident now
Another stop-runner
Fuck off! Damn you sow!
Fin’lly see it
My mood massage’d
My beloved!
Oh! Parking Garage!
Finis’