professor pat pending

we’re caught in a traffic jam north of the bridge
we can’t budge
my feet are aching riding the clutch
the rush
hour traffic
tragically and almost completely static
god I wish this car was an automatic
or something even more fantastic
where I could fold in the wheels and sprout wings
and flap away over everything
shouting later losers as I clear the estuary
instead of stuck here till sometime next February