Early Morning Uber

Before I watched a movie, (On the plane, which I enjoyed) The day began with an event Which more than just annoyed. At 4 a.m. our Uber driver, On the FDR,* While in the far left lane decided He would stop the car. Now at that hour, traffic’s light, Yet we were still in luck That a speeding auto hadn’t, Into our stopped Uber, struck. We yelled out to the driver Who complained he couldn’t see, For the brights were on the car behind - That’s pure insanity! In a minute, though, he hit the gas And we were on our way, A slightly stressful start To what would be a busy day. *a six-lane highway in Manhattan