Major Crash

Early morning on the road,
Babysitting duties call.
Traffic outbound's mostly light,
Heading to the suburbs' sprawl.

Suddenly, it all slows down;
On the GPS, a flash -
Point three miles up ahead,
There has been a major crash.

At a standstill, we are trapped;
Nothing really we can do.
Even with the updates, we are
Stuck in lane without a clue.

Not a siren to be heard.
Not a horn, impatient, honks.
Every driver is resigned
To extra minutes in the Bronx.

Inbound cars are flying by
Yet we suckers sit and sit,
Trying hard to take a breath
And, hopefully, avoid a snit.

All in the surrounding cars
This morning share an equal fate -
Even though we left on time,
Each of us will show up late.