Traffic Jam

Traffic Jam

Traffic Jam

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It snowed last night, it’s still blowing!

Morning traffic’s snarled and slowing.

While I breath gas fumes, seeing stars,

Sit seething in a sea of cars.

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The road has its share of brash fools

Who don’t understand driving rules.

While they’re spinning, leaving tire scars

Sit seething in a sea of cars.

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Maybe turn on the radio.

It’s obvious traffic can’t go!

Listen to wailing blues guitars,

Sit seething in a sea of cars.

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It’s been hours, the day is shot!

The distance? How little I’ve got!

Maybe then, I’ll just hit some bars.

Sit seething in a sea of cars.

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