men with anger fused with patience
standing at their red light stations
Flying on the freeway heaven
I-10 west and half past seven
smoothly gliding to my home
nighttime sings with traffic moans
driving under bridge-forged caverns
red lights make me sit in patterns
looking at the saddened faces
I met the I-10 homeless cases
cups in hands speak speechless phrases
fill the street in endless mazes
there and with my own conviction
signalled him my own intention
rolled my window to the line
and gave my brothers peace of mind
drivers thumb their nose in spite
never knowing what it's like
watching no one do what's right