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?
