Listen to the streets. The moaning tires. The drains and gutters. The footsteps of nervous runners. The clanks of gears. Honks. Movement and liberation. And potholes. Sirens on the sides. The roadkill crew. Bumping bass. Heavy metal, psychedelic, spacefolk, and funk. Jazz horns and the Bakersfield sound. Sun roofs, moon roofs, soft roofs, and no roofs. The dumb angry drivers. Yellers and hollarers. The preoccupied, driving only for themselves. Those tailgating jacks, with the blinks and winks. Crosses with ribbons, the tears still wet. Listen to the streets.