Long Drive

Where does this highway meet its end?
This endless serpent of concrete and asphalt
Is strangling, constricting every
Mass of tissue, every bone.

Pervasive boredom leaps to mind.
I’ve made this trip a thousand times and
Every one is like the last.
I could do this in my sleep.

Warnings on the radio, another detour up ahead.
Do I find an alternate or take my chances with delay?
Do I play the stop and bop or
Zig the zag with traffic tag.

Another lane jockey scurries by,
Zipping in, zipping out without a signal,
Without a clue.
Oh, where are the Smokies when you need them?

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