Stuck on Sticker Lane

Once more,

The blacktop dug up still.

We wait our turn

To snake

Through cones,

And cross that dirty,

Streaked white line.

Stuck on Sticker Lane

We sit,

Beside tidy shiny ranks

Of polished chrome,

Bright paint,

Buffed wheels.

The promise of the 

Carefree open road.

Stuck on Sticker Lane,

We crawl,

Our turn to snake the cones

Free, finally,

We gather speed,

Leave the newbies

Neatly lined and

Stuck on Sticker Lane.

(Sticker Lane, Bradford. The street of showrooms.)