Untitled(Sounds of the City)

Untitled  (Sounds of the City)

Dew hangs above the blades of grass
Like some Chinese weather balloon

Sink into the hammock of my sleep
As my thoughts dream their dreams

Pick up my thoughts and some coffee
Put em into the passenger side
With no safety belt

Train on the tracks that pass through town
Clack their clackety clacks

As the light turns green
Pick up the rhythm the city lays down

Hear the beep beep of reverse
Delivery at the market

Siren picks up where delivery left off
Blares a jazz trumpet of distress

Picks up speed on the cobblestones
Red light flashes as she picks up the kids

Water main breaks as the jackhammer
Picks up the tune until lunch whistles

Half time in the city
Crowds grab a bite or a quick drink
Have to be in my seat for the 2nd half

Pick it up again subway door opens
Busker with a clarinet
And a cash jar

Serenades the platform
With some Benny Goodman

Hear a call of Taxi on the corner
Clock ticks down bell rings out
As I’m going home
Humming Mr Softee’s song





Originally tapped out on 5/13/2023 10:38pm