Suspension

The app says the ticket is pending or closed,

while the bone of the street is daily exposed.

The rain fills the crater with rainbows of oil,

as the tempers of drivers begin to boil.

A hubcap goes flying, a silver mistake,

rolling away for the city to take.

It clatters and sinks in the muck of the drain,

leaving a rattle and a new kind of stain.