City Mornings…first breath
First Breath…
The pitch streets surge,
growling motors a blur;
a slow awakening morn,
forces billowing cloud strata aside,
for the first glimmer of day.
Dim faces stare pensively
from frosted car windows,
launched into day unprepared,
coffee grounds clumsily scooped,
abide senses,
bench strewn, at home,
along with expectations.
Contiguous flashing lights
eclipsed by incessant shards, sun imposed,
while drivers squint,
grasping sunglasses,
all scrubbed and fragrant, they labor,
into the city laden air.
Coffee shops a buzz,
desperate dry mouths muttering,
lines of vacant pleas, shuffling,
like zombie queues;
heart starters all around, while
awaiting some modicum of clarity.
Fervent streaming,
like ants into the hives they stride,
and the babble of their collective voices
wafts like the hum of a machine,
and the air is thick, a burden,
in the city, where souls march
to a steady beat.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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Like cattle going to slaughter. Humans March to the tune of “Working for the man” day in day out. Starbucks grind the caffeine and the working class swill it down. Their high to start the day ahead. Traffic picks up spewing toxic fumes into the city grey. I don’t miss the fast life anymore Tony. Nicely expressed poem here. You nailed it.
Thanks Vincent, yes a not so fond memory of mine too. Glad you enjoyed it my friend.
Very expressive. Brought me back to the teeming streets of my hometown NYC where everyone walks shoulder to shoulder.
Glad I’m not there anymore Rasma, the quieter life for me. Pleased you enjoyed the work. Cheers!
Well do I remember those morning streets teeming with cars filled with people who would rather be elsewhere. Such expert phrasing, Tony. Well done.
Thanks Phyllis, yes a memory of days gone by for me too. Cheers!