Interstate Highway Birthday Poem

Voyeuristic escapades
Along the road of life
Air thick with expectation
Could cut it with a knife,

Along the roaring Interstate
Not far from speeding trucks
Action caught in time and space
Those Interstate Fucks,

Who hasn’t had the urge to stop
Those hot afternoons
With your traveling partner
Afternoon Tunes,

Quick get naked, avoid the weeds
Broken bottle shards
Slightly in and out of view
Deal out the cards,

Quick deliberate coupling
That feeling of release
The blur of speeding faces
We each get a piece,

Back in the car, no underwear
Fingers play some more
Deep inside we’re smiling
Way to the core…