Looking for a Spot

You drive one hundred miles,
Make it home as it turns dark;
You cannot wait to have a beer,
But first you have to park.

You circle round and round the block,
Your prospects looking dim;
So many cars are looking, too,
Your chances seem quite slim.

You notice motorcycles
Parked in car-sized parking spots.
Your blood pressure is on the rise,
Your stomach all in knots.

Ten minutes turns to twenty, yet
You sit and stew and drive.
Your family’s home and wondering
How long ‘til you arrive.

Your dashboard clock says now
It’s thirty minutes to the dot
Since you began your quest,
And suddenly – you see a spot!

It’s tight but it is legal;
You maneuver and you’re in.
A passerby might wonder
‘Bout the reason for your grin.

‘Cause once you’ve parked, you’re feeling great –
Not nervous, tense or queasy.
How quickly we forget, and think
That parking spot was easy!