They ain't gonna sivilise me...
 

Well now the topic has been broadened, how about the classic American journey, from Huck Finn via Easy Rider to Thelma & Louise, the one without a fixed destination or telos, that is both escape & self-seeking?

Express Shuttle

Driver, drive faster, don't leave it to fate!
My flight is on schedule and we're running late.

"Just one of those days." You are stoic, resigned
As the shuttle sits snarled in the rush hour grind.

You missed your alarm. The wife yelled at you.
Then the boss called, and you answered, "Who?"

Lost on your first route and lost on your second,
We'd only be late a half hour, you reckoned.

You rushed to the Hilton through empty back streets,
Then called me. Where was I? At Embassy Suites.

Now signs on the freeway are flashing delays.
We sit without moving. "Just one of those days."

Driver, drive faster, if you want a tip,
Planes are on time when you're late for the trip.

The City’s Infamous Traffic

You go one mile per hour down the street,
trying to get across this town to meet
the people who will hear your big audition,
but now the traffic’s your main competition.

Today it is the worst it’s ever been.
The odds you’ll be on time are pretty thin.
Do to the laziness of the Commission,
right now the traffic’s your main competition.

You sit there listening to the radio
informing you the traffic is as slow
as turtles in the muck. You’re stuck and wishin’
this traffic wouldn’t be such competition.

When, finally you’re there, the door is locked.
Yet why would you be even slightly shocked?
Did you not drive your car of your own volition,
knowing full well there would be competition?

I wonder why we came this way;
it’s not the route that I would take.
Is there a demo on today
or something? We can’t even make
a U-turn; we’re completely stuck.
I’ll never make it to the church
by two o’clock. It’s just my luck!
He’ll think I’ve left him in the lurch.

My father hasn’t said a word.
(And is he trying to hide a smile?)
I’m certain that he’d have preferred
his golf, to walking down the aisle.
He can’t have engineered this, though,
which makes me think it must be Fate.
I did have doubts... I think I know
what I must do: procrastinate.

Good one, Jayne.

Your Gig

You’re stuck in gridlock, wondering
if you will make it to your gig.
You’re wedged between a giant rig
and van. Now raindrops start to ping

against the roof. You will be late.
The show will have to start without you.
There isn’t any other route. You
leave your useless car and, straight

towards the venue, run like mad.
Nine blocks to go, you’re quite aware
the strung-out line of traffic there
(Chevy, Buick, Honda, Cad)

conveys your loyal, loving fans.
All wet, you walk into the west
and head back home. It’s for the best.
There are a jillian other bands!

Ain't it the truth?
 

"Every time, the same old crap!
Why couldn't you have brought a map?
You must have missed the exit! Damn!
And now we're in a traffic jam!
You should have stopped an hour ago
to get directions. But, oh no!
I swear to God! Men are pathetic!"
"I know, dear. (sigh) Yes, it's genetic."