Rush hour in Kansas City
The 5.00pm Central headlines commence on NPR.
There I sit, in my car, waiting patiently, silently
not finding it hard to imagine that I’m back in Chicago
as I wait to exit 435 westbound onto State Line Road.
The left turn lanes move at a snail’s pace
as if the world is at a standstill.
The first green light is like a far away lightning bolt
to distant to make any impact.
The second green light comes five minutes later
its glimmering verdant glow lasting but a faint minute
until overcome by the urge to bleed red once more.
I edge closer to the halfway point on the ramp
halfway to the starting gate
the horsepower in my engine revving to go
the twenty cars in front of me impeding my path.
Third green light.
At last the miraculous verdant flaring is causing some good
its impact reaching my car, who has finally moved within jumping distance
of the intersection ahead.
A homeless man, seeking work walks alongside the cars.
Fourth green light.
At long last I let out a cry
of “Go, go, go!”
Through the intersection my car roars,
wanting to break free from the shackles of traffic
and back onto the open road
that runs along the Kansas-Missouri state line.