Writing Friday: Road Trip

A lil' poem for Writing Friday. Give a try, people. It's fun and waterproof up to 100 meters.

Highway Two Eighty Five
Flying down highway two eighty five
Pitch black is the night sky
No street lights
No traffic
No matter
Cars meet on their way to somewhere else
Blinding spotlights leading the way

Flying down highway two eighty five
Red lights greet the rear-view mirror
No excuses
No apologies
No matter
Orion watches over us on the way through South Park
An amiable lawman sends us on our way