Out for a Friday cruise
See all the wild sights
Boom-cars and groove-gropers
Thunder blowing out windows
Cheezy-wheelers greasing the block
Another wreck on the corner
Traffic light doesn’t seem to help
Zip crashing squeals
Metal shreds scattering
Glinty aluminum dandruff
Airborne grit drifting
Shoved, rising in protest
Glazes the parked cars
Quiet creeps in slowly
Buzzing highway growl
Whispering in the distance
Says it’s time to go home
Let the kids go
Misspend their youth
They will anyhow
Blowing holes
In the night