the open road

the car behind you
is in a hurry, he needs
to get to where he's
going quickly.
he must be a doctor
or a scientist,
or perhaps a member
of an elite squad
of security needing
to save the world,
or maybe 7-11 is
having a two for one
deal on slurpees.
he flashes his lights
at you, then gestures,
inching up towards
your galloping bumper.
but you are boxed in.
he has to go around
in order to get in
front of you, and he
does at racecar speed.
his little hyundai
finally rattles
into your lane
and he gives
you an unkind salute,
and wave, pleased
with what he's done.
those slurpees must
be good.