Traveling In A Car Poem by Justin Reamer

Traveling in a car,
In a Chevy to be exact,
With two other people occupying,
I sit here writing this poem.
Bruce is ultimately quiet,
Focusing on the road in front of him,
Ultimately silent in every motion.
My brother was asleep,
Sound asleep in the back seat,
Making not a sound,
Nor a single peep.
Soft music played on the radio,
Since the station was 100.5,
And the road ahead of me was endless,
The freeway going for miles and miles.
Our destination unambiguous,
We were all in this together,
Heading for the East side of Michigan,
Toward the city of Detroit.
What were we going to see?
What were we going to do?
Why were we in that poor city?
To see a Tigers game,
For that was the reason
We were headed out there.
Though excited, which I was,
The car was ultimately silent.