move it along

the cop with his flare
sparking orange,
standing flat footed
in the rain,
in the middle of the grey
road,
with his blue parka
on, his plastic tilted
hat. he waves us on
with his mechanical
like arm.
he's seen a lot of wrecks
in his time.
move it along he says
with his whistle, his
look of boredom, a wide
yawn,
move it along