Instantaneous stop
after several
dropping -snatching passengers
heavy traffic crawls up
chanting engine quits in
refraining piston songs
for the road trip
and the excitement
collapse
i can't relate my
seatmate distinctive
vernacular
i would rather listen
the tic-tac tic-tac
of my wrist watch
the minutes turn into hour
waiting for nothing
bored as an army of ants
trap and ponder
how to push stumbling block
leading to cavernous colony
stealthily move out
from this impeding
route to nowhere
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