Traffic at Night
Wishful eyes find the winding red lights ahead
Trailing behind, making the seventy-five drive of my Tuesday Thursday life
They lead me home, little embers of striking warning
Speed up; slow down, always in a rush
In this hour between cement ribbons
Twist, turn, shout together
Nissan is a time machine
Snaking from the other side, glorious white headlights
Reminisce of the morning commute, the gridlock on the ten freeway
Machines of delicacy, roads of familiar mystery
Speed up; slow down, always in a rush
In this hour between cement ribbons
Twirl, spin, screech together
Nissan is a time machine
c. Britney Kay, 2012
Trailing behind, making the seventy-five drive of my Tuesday Thursday life
They lead me home, little embers of striking warning
Speed up; slow down, always in a rush
In this hour between cement ribbons
Twist, turn, shout together
Nissan is a time machine
Snaking from the other side, glorious white headlights
Reminisce of the morning commute, the gridlock on the ten freeway
Machines of delicacy, roads of familiar mystery
Speed up; slow down, always in a rush
In this hour between cement ribbons
Twirl, spin, screech together
Nissan is a time machine
c. Britney Kay, 2012