Ode to the Eisenhower Expressway

This Caravan
of slow moving vans is 
really getting out of hand
The drivers, being only man,
each surely does the best he can
but
fifteen miles under speed
at three p.m.?
There's just no need
In front of you a great expanse unfolds
I catch it at a glance from three cars back
you could advance! you giant smoggy stubborn ass.

And I would pass you, if I could,
it steams my Nissan's dented hood that
you and co. have formed blockades across the whole
four lane highway

 
Sure in a city every path 's a beaten one,
I'll give you that
But freeway, here's a simple fact:

   It would have been faster if I'd taken Cermak