©2003 Harvey H. Warwick III

Seven miles an hour
O’er the lonely water
On the Howard Franklin Bridge,
Packed bumper to bumper.
Seven miles an hour
Driving o’er the ocean;
Is that movement up ahead?
What a silly notion.
Seven miles an hour,
Cars shoulder to shoulder.
Want to get across this bridge
Ere I grow much older.
Seven miles an hour
Slowing to a dead stop;
Semi up ahead of me,
Beside me is a cop.
Seven miles an hour
Shifting to the right lane.
Still, I guess it could be worse:
It might be pouring rain.
Seven miles an hour,
Now I’m on the downslope.
My exit’s just up ahead;
There’s reason now to hope.
Seven miles an hour,
Now we’re moving faster;
Lady I’ve been stuck behind
Now I can go past her.

10/03