Thank you, I'm glad you liked it! I generally try to use assonance and alliteration to make my poems more fun to read aloud, which I think can get lost in this sub (I for one tend to read in my head while browsing here).

And yes, the subject is based on a recent travel experience of mine that felt both ridiculous (pissing on the side of a jammed highway on a freezing night in front of many, many people) but poetic (finding physical and mental relief in an otherwise hectic situation).

Your words are so fluid that even without traditional rhyming this piece is so musical.

The last stanza is my favorite out of the two, specifically, line one and two as it has lovely imagery. It also helps that I can relate to the subject as I love driving at night and frequently city to city, making these rest stops.

That's really neat! Thanks for the insight

Haha no your interpretation is great. That event inspired the poem, but I did want it to open-ended. The line you pointed out was supposed to reflect busy/frustrated/complaining people and the stressful parts of life.

The rhythm is top-notch. Not sure if I like the use of "night" in L4. Your whole piece is packed with vivid imagery, I love it. 

I read this as a metaphor for going about life. This poem makes me feel like life is made of pieces and your being slots itself in when needed. The imagery of the cars in a line remind me of a timeline and that corresponds with life as well. Wonderfully written. I love the line

> They grumble, tap, and puff white plumes

This was a joy to read.

Edit: ahhhaaha I just read your comment to another response. That changes the piece entirely. That's awesome!!

This is fantastic! The alliteration is so dominant.

I feel that the wistfulness of this poem matches its subject. The alliteration to the ordinarity of the setting, very interesting poem! 

Your rhythm is near perfection itself. As short a story it was, it was enjoyable, reading your poem. 

**Rest Stop**

    This turnpike ramp burns brake-light red
       with cramped cars crammed in line.
    They grumble, tap, and puff white plumes
       which fill the wind-chilled night.

    Aside sits mine, its blinkers lit
       to gild the hill in waves,
    where I, behind a lonely pole,
       find peace and do the same.

and-a-1: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/5dq2c0/untitled_about_suicide/

and-a-2: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/5f4z19/cannibalism/