Parking at Long Weekends

It's usually difficult to park,
Especially evenings, after dark,
When everyone's returned from work,
And any empty places lurks
In odd stops which are hard to find
In streets which never were designed
To take parked cars, but now are full
Along both sides as the modern pull
To have a car exerts its weight
And brings about the obvious fate
Of roads so clogged, there is no room
For anyone to simply zoom
Into an empty spot nearby;
Instead they'll have to try and try
To find a place which well may be
Some way from those they've come to see.
But come along weekend it's fine,
No longer is there one log line
Of cars which bumper to bumper stand
Along both sides; reduced demand
For parking spaces means that there
Are empty spaces everywhere.