Throughways

Peaked atop the oiled arms
 We glare down at the city
 Seeking out this second's course
 To clock in for the days bread
 Stock decisions must be made
 To medal in the fastest lap
 Escape the sharp timed yellow lights
 In breaking to the cryptic
 Descending down on
 The sprawling clutter
 Poking from the tapered glove,
 Three fingers rip out
 To throughways
 A smooth transition then back to transmission
 The second coming crawls
 Neutral through the neighborhoods
 Accelerates from fumbered flats to
 10 high-heels thrusting
 Past the Rose and empty Fountain
 The weathered wood is a standing, arms crossed and
 Shades after sunset
 Being fair to the facts
 LA breaks for heaving lines
 To see an egg a crushed upon
 The muscle that pumps the yolk throughout
 The veins that feed the cultured crop
 Of Socialites and Deviant Teens
 With Fake IDs and Credit Lines
 Faithful to their scene
 On throughways
 The metro's calling out
 Feel the push,
 Shoving us closer
 To narrowing brown bottles
 Polluting the systems
 Not choking on the smoke
 Sovereign on our conquests
 Determined to beat the bulk
 It's wrapped up and mapped out
 It's kind of a joke
 On Throughways
 We merge with the cattle and run down
 Throughways
 Waiting our turn to head in on the
 Throughways
 It's not just a trip
 Every time the coin flips
 We crawl through our days
 Sustaining throughways