CRUISING TO L.A.

Long, straight, desolate and flat.
Well, most of it was like that
As, down to L. A. on I-5,
Cruising at seventy-five,
We in heavy traffic scat.

Gas stations were 35 miles apart.
Our planning was not so smart.
It was a real humdinger
How on empty we reached Coalinga.
You wouldn't call it art.