out of my way

it's hard to drive
one mile
without being
tail gated
by an angry man
or child,
a soccer mom
in a van full
of women going
to get yarn.
the world is in
a hurry up
state of mind.
to get through
the light, get
around the bend,
get to where
they are going,
as if ten seconds
mattered. you
don't quite
understand
what the rush is,
as you hug
the right lane,
sipping
your coffee
and listening
to Sinatra sing
the summer wind.