Parking Spaces Poem by Jordan Crider

Where is he going?
he has no clue,
he got lost,
looking for you,

Where is he going?
he has no map,
he got lost,
a while back,

Where is he going?
he doesn't have much,
he got lost,
stick shift and clutch

Where is he going?
he has no sign
broken windshield wipers
leave him blind

Where is he headed? !
cause, he wants to know!
he is so alone!
driving down,
this lonely road,

Where is he going?
he must have a place,
off of hostage highway,
an empty parking space.