Trying To Turn Left

I know these traffic patterns Having been down this road before Maybe a million times Or more Stuck in lanes that lead nowhere fast Wheels spinning Using up the expensive fuel of emotion Sitting in diesel exhaust fumes of disappointment Desperate for fresh air There is a sandy shore Just beyond this exit ramp I have taken it a million times Or more And emptied myself onto the sun baked stretch Of Long Island loneliness Collecting sand dollars and seashells To display where your picture once hung I thought I had the right of way To better days of road mapped happiness The GPS steered me in the opposite direction Perhaps it's antiquated technology Never recognized the signal of my new aged heart So I am stuck, sandwiched in, on a four lane highway Defended by the blarring of honking horns Creeping towards whatever lies ahead, down the road Waiting for the light to change, anything to change So I can make my left Like I have done a million times Or more