Route 95

Route 95 By R Sadness Is state of the art As the dawn arrives And Hope shrinks Down to its component parts On route 95 The bridges hold the traffic up As I empty my coffee cup And the traffic acts like It has had enough 0f route 95 It's hard to say What my journey means As Time goes grey It means what is behind The wheel Of another day I am guessing Questions like to Mess with me As billboard attorneys Show their abilities As we all drive to Infinity On rte 95 I see the seagulls Enjoying the Betsy Ross Bridge Doing Seagull math For mindless reasons I am passed and passed As life drives too fast The lights Are bright As the day Goes dark As the signs Make unremarkable Remarks And I end up Next to Question marks Where I'm Double parked Off of Route 95...