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