Sat Nav

 

Faces in metal cages

tension headaches as the weather rages

little village, church steeples

air smells of diesel

motorway services a drive through respite

beauty blinks out of sight

as day slowly darkens and fades into night

 

Faces in the brake lights

moving lanes, left to right

like space invaders, back and forth

wait a second, is this road going south or north?

check the sat nav display

is this a detour, or has she lost the way?

double check with Google maps

before our patience decides to snap

 

Off ramp, weather damp

need to stretch, leg cramp!

metal cocoon, will we be there soon?

sat nav silence

she hasn't got a clue

these roads don't exist

or maybe they are new

go straight ahead, but that's the sea

I think this sat nav is trying to kill you and me

 

 

Thanks for reading,

Peace, Love and Poetry.

Kyle.