An Ode to My Daily Commute
An Ode to My Daily Commute
A.
A busy traffic moves along in sheets
when tension builds among deeper linen
each car driven and truck interwoven
a slowly moving animal these streets.
A consumer of unwanted trifles
the vehicle that spits after a knock
who staring forward listens to his Rock
and Roll the truck next door displays rifles.
This daily traffic keeps me from nights sleep
three men in car sing songs of older men
two men a tenor and one is a bass.
Some days I pull my beard and softly weep,
not so much a matter of where but when,
arrive at location with sense of grace.
B.
Each bumper looks upon another end
of stagnation here upon this stillness
this elixir a cure for our wellness
for position I will fight and defend.
Just once to wish upon me sudden death
a broken air conditioner bothers
with squeaky belt will unhinge new mothers
whose toddler is holding all his breath.
A reason to live as we move one inch
I have a home three quarters of a mile
once free from traffic man always prospers.
A sneer will cross our face our eyes squinch
outside a middle finger held with style
will try to remain aloof to postures.
C.
Some drivers virtuous and some with vice
from soccer games or some local courts
a Bailiff or a Banker free from sorts
all sitting still dreaming of paradise.
Prodigal son a tinkers wife an ape
enough of crew to use commuter lane
a simple rise to help forget the pain
a creeping slowly pushing for escape.
Some cowardly rogue hogs the outer lane
to confess to not being a fighter
must take a stand and find a way back home
from outer atmosphere each car a grain
of packaged gifts that could not be tighter
in meditation creates palindrome.
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Fighting traffic is a real horror story for me. Good write Jamie.
Morning commute stuck behind a dump truck and a school bus. I feel your pain. Nice job Jamie.
Well done on this Ode, Jamie. I so remember the daily commute when I worked in San Jose, California for many years. It was horrific!
Thank you John, Paul, and Phyllis it is good to hear from you all. Jamie