Pre-emptive Rush Hour

As red becomes green, and
not a moment later,
a honk breaks the silence.

There must be a reason
for such crude impatience.
A place to be gone or
a person to be seen.

A fire is cliche,
not that it would matter.
In such an occurrence
loss of property and
life trumps elitism

Too early in the day
for stores to be closing,
and who ever heard of
needing to shop so bad?

As I pause to ponder
the reasons that may be
for such stark impatience,
there comes a second honk.