Road Trip Poem by Star Dust

On asphalt again,
Boxed in for time,
Landscape and trees,
Are all I’ll find,

Rushing colors,
Like an nonfigurative painting,
On billboards,
And hours and hours of waiting,

Shouts blocked,
By the traffic’s symphony,
Squeaky wheels,
In my very own memory,

It’s in style,
They say,
I do not comprehend,
Why does it seem to take all day?

But here comes the lights,
The night to stay,
The best part, it approaches,
And then floats away.