8. The Columbopolis
Oh morning coffee, I need you now.
Warm up the car, we’re going to work.
Look out for pedestrians, they are still drifting asleep.
Interstate 71 to 70, 670 to 270,
and then to Route 161.
Full of drones on their phones,
Earh little car I pass along the way
Long the way
Past the greenfields, the brownfields,
the empty lots along the way.
The farther I go, the further road opens up.
From city to country,
From plains to mountainsides
We’re in the Greater Columbopolis
Sprawling into the horizon
Can’t even find the center of town,
Somewhere poking out from among the sprawl