Rush Hour Traffic

A Poem

By Gareth McLuckie


Rush hour traffic

Turnstiles

     &

Purple booths

 

Visitors from another town

Strange suits

     &

Musky shoes

 

Old fellows

     &

Violins

 

Breakbeat dancers

       &

Calypso drummers

 

French kissing under a bus shelter

Bamboozled by the smell of it all

 

She calls to say,

“I love you”

But there’s no one to answer the phone

 

Where were you when we needed you most?

 

the violins continue

the drumming

the dancing

 

Throw them some money

it might help

 

The next train is on its way

it should be here soon

 

But now that you’re gone

where do we go?

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