Drivetime Poem by Midnight Clarity

The afternoon is really not
my favorite time to drive
I must head west, then north
and eyes already tired
shrink from the golden glow
the setting sun discards
across the highway,
still twisted by construction,
choked with impatient people
all forgetting that a minute saved
can mean eternity at rest
or shattered, if luck is not on board.
I like to see the way ahead
even when the dust is thick
upon the windscreen,
I flow towards the lucid greens
and dreaming blues
that mark my destination
near the edges of this world,
I like to skim across the landscape,
wind rushing through the windows,
that's what they're there for,
road rolling out before me
as I go just a little faster
than I ought to when the way is clear.
So I'll sit and wait till twilight
takes the sting from sunset
and marvel at the lavenders,
the greys that blend
on the horizon
to cradle lord Apollo
to his next stop
while the muted light will let
me travel home in comfort
toward my more plebian bed.