I hate the 91.
I’ve just hit the bumpy bit.
My truck bounces into the air.
They ought to patch up this pavement.
I’ve just hit the bumpy bit.
My truck bounces into the air.
They ought to patch up this pavement.
The exciting part is over.
Now a jarring jolt.
Traffic has ground to a halt.
Slow slide show of overpass and construction.
Greyish hills and craggy red mounds.
Found them fascinating at first.
But like Christmas once a day,
Initial interest soon faded.
Dull and colorless and same.
Backgrounds blur together.
Only pavement and lane lines matter.