Brake lights flash on
and we wait...
The man in the silver cadillac
puffs placidly on his pipe.
The driver of the 2802
bites a fingernail and hunts for an opening.
I fidget with the radio dial,
"There's slowing on the westbound Ventura..."
and try again.
At last we lurch foward, gaining speed-
Brake lights flash on
and we wait...
