Traffic Jam Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Five o’clock traffic jam
Bumper to bumper
Reading license plates
Some out of town travelers
From other states
What do they come to see…
Everything is familiar to me

It is a hot day
The radiator is hotter
Those with air conditioning
Keep windows rolled up
Those of us who have none
Have our windows down
Backed up at a green light
Hearing a variety of music
Some soothing…blaring
Strumming, rocking, rapping
Keeping a personal beat

Really wanted to be home by six
Should have gone another way
Cell phone is ringing…
Stuck in traffic…don’t worry
Disconnect…taking a deep breath
Hummm…someone mowed a field
It smells like sweet hay
The hour is stretching like taffy
Lengthening into an odd mix

Sirens are heard behind
Red and blue lights flashing
Getting closer and nearer
Passing in the turn lane
Fading into to the maze
Of confusion… Refocusing
Attention straight ahead
Moving with the molasses flow
At last… tires are turning faster
Here we go!


9/3/09