SLAM!

Lane Lotto

In a city of asphalt, tires, and sprawl,
Taillights travel in lines at a crawl.
Hours to spend parked, barely moving,
Morning and night, never improving.

Dollars ka-chink between the lanes
Dumping poison, exhaust, and despair in exchange
For no-other-way despondent commuters,
Somewhat concerned about crazed drive-by shooters.

Positive players “Sing Along with Mitch,”
Others have fun with “a fast lane switch.”
Dangerous denizens at freeway paces
Dozing, dreaming, applying faces.

Wheezing between cell phone talk
Cigarette smoking, in smogged traffic balk,
To fellow drivers, no nod or good day.
More likely a finger for—get out of the way!