Traffic

Ride cross town to find different ambience
That eludes my retro dash with silvery
Chrome-esque attatchments every time i try to get somewhere else.
My wheels like the ones on the bus
Go round and round, but all i seem to find
Are different versions of the same things
Identical twins in different clothes
And a thousand crowds of them
In their grey girder/concrete amalgam
Summer fruits
Stare on, as i continue down the A-something
Or maybe M. Still i look for something new
As we pull up to definitely M, and we slip into
Another mile like the last one. Just like
the last one.
Leatherette and veneer-y-ness focused
But outside it's blurred
Maybe if we went faster it would look different.
Drive faster, then, and give me some of that contagious cool
night-air
And let my seat back so i can look from a different angle
Or maybe just tilt my head and the crick in my neck will make me see
red (instead of grey), and then it will
All change.
Yes, it will all be different
Then, gnawing on chrome buttons with eyes of fire.
Only then will the monotone M-thingy change,
Sans individuality, sans life, except the life flowing down it
And all the life lost along it (one would have thought some of it would
seep into the tarmac but hey....).
There i will find my release from those white lines, pointing me,
prodding me "Follow me and i'll take you somewhere else". I sould never
have believed them
Because now here i am
In a different place to where i started.