Traffic flows
freely,
then
becomes a
parking lot
on baseball’s
opening day.
Under street lights
they pop
their trunks
for the tailgate,
a city bus
kindly waits,
and the riders
lose time
getting
to work.
Penets fly
there’s beer
and food
to be
had,
but I ain’t
a fan
I’m on
the bus
for
work….