Best Interstate Poems

Unrelenting rains
Tap upon these window panes
Swerving through these lanes...

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Roadside stop...
Activity...
Humans go...  

Ellip...
Unfinished thoughts or coping from another but not finishing
Ellipical is periods or decimal points placed to show that has happened?...

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CHiPs are on alert.
My pedal's to the metal.
Just too fast for them!...

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long lines of lights lining up and lighting up
the midnight asphalt that drives me
in shear exileration I accelerate
jocking for position like in a steeple chase
blurring images of lost faces
as I pass you by on my 8 cylinder high
wind whipping around no cop to be found
pushing...

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I met a nice fellow from Nebraska
Talked about his sister in Alaska
Said she was still single
And ready to mingle
“If available,” he said, “I’ll ask-a.”

June 13, 2021...

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It was a stressful drive
Up north I-seventy-five
The rain came pouring down
Water, water, all around

Semi-trucks carrying loads
Vie for places on road
I was in middle lane
Trying to remain sane

Suddenly, a cloud burst
In the gray, rainy mist
The car in front - me at rear
Seemed to disappear

The burst yielded...

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It was a stressful drive
Up north I-seventy-five
The rain came pouring down
Water, water all around

Semi- trucks carrying loads
Vie for places on road
I was in middle lane
Trying to remain sane

Suddenly, a cloud burst
In the gray, rainy mist
The car in front – me at rear
Seemed to disappear

The burst...

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Redding Poem 4
“Flying Down Interstate 5”

We departed Redding at 3:45, 
In the dead of an October night.
Those tumultuous streets were morgues then,
As we raced to the deserted Interstate 5,
Zooming across the snoozing Sacramento River,
Going at a constant speed of 85, 
Passing the snoring cities of...

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If you want to drive instead of fly in a plane,
your trip to Florida can start north in Maine.
The quickest and most efficient traveling way,
is via the Interstate-95 highway.
There are plenty of motels and places to eat.
A journey along this thoroughfare is something neat.
Pass New...

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Down the Interstate Lickety-Split

By Elton Camp 

What folly, on the Interstate, it is to try
Driving as if laws of physics don’t apply

To travel in some high-speed wolf pack
A modicum of good sense does lack

Driving only feet from the vehicle ahead
Results in a whole bunch ending...

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commuting
fast highway
teeming with traffic
morning and evening jams
exasperating

Written July 28, 2022...

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TWYLA THARP AND 
INTERSTATE 81 

I had been watching a documentary
about a white-haired woman, a legendary
master of creative processes whose intensity
of focus was a cautionary tale of explosive ideas
at the expense of deep love directly delivered
and, in spite of myself, I liked her anyway

The force...

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I am sure Interstate 94 is on that map!
My husband is getting impatient now.
I have been telling him for an hour.
I am not good at reading maps.
He is finally paying attention.
“It is NOT ON HERE!” I yell.
He finally pulls off at an exit.
“This is an...

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Oh strange, strange land. 
The physics do not fit.
The cord of interstate wends,
Through this place of upside-down rocks.

I climb down from the truck,
And wind and sand and sun and secrets
Run over me like dancing children.

I feel spirit course through me. 
My soul sighs. 
My vision...

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Some put on their blinkers.
Others do not.
Some are listening to the radio,
Hopefully something tasty and hot.

Some pass on the left,
Others pass on the right.
I am down the middle,
Watching the traffic, oh, so bright.

Some are looking at the cell phones,
The vivid colors, dancing sweet.
They may not...

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