Traffic Jam
Traffic has stopped and came to a halt
Vehicles seem to be floating as on basalt
The bass of a car stereo is loudly invading
On road trips the laughter is slowly fading
Demanding passage fire trucks are blaring
Drivers move out of the way grimly staring
Thinking about previous incidences speeding
Taking chances all of a sudden seems misleading
Vivid images of accidents and lots of blood
Disturbs the minds of the waiting like a flood
Thinking about responsibilities and loved ones
Officers on motorcycles passing by with guns
Clouds of smoke ahead make people unsure
To arrive at the destination without a detour
Imagination takes its course in intermission
Giving up people finally turn off their ignition
Cars' starting to move again as the road clears
But rubber necks induce a new jam it appears
Car horns are beeping with impatience ahead
Road rage is at its best again and widespread
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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