From a Burke Street window, I look far below
City of silent traffic, I watch it alone
Its journey before me, I must follow its flow
Time to drive off and head for my home
Rush to the lifts, just time for a chit chat
Alight on the ground floor, that’s only the start
I wait for second lift, special key for car park
The lifts to the car park, arrive there at last
A city pulsating, its lights and its clatter
A city so busy, its rush hour traffic
A city for me, it’s simply mind over matter
A city of energy, skyscrapers, and panic
Switch on the engine, drive down narrow lane
Give way to pedestrians, trams and red lights
Traffic inches forward, hard to stay sane
The bicycle passes, this time he is right
The traffic snarls angry, tempers to hide
I need some soft music, it has to be bright
Thank to the music, emotions subside
It calms and restores me, a simple delight
A city pulsating, its lights and its clatter
A city so busy, its rush hour traffic
A city for me, it’s simply mind over matter
A city of energy, skyscrapers, and panic
I tear through the city it lights all ablaze
The whine of the engine, the din and faint haze
I make a fast move, to clear from the pack
Away from congestion there’s no turning back
At last I am home, the home fires burning
I drive in the driveway; it’s so quiet and still
Hello to my wife, then off to my yearning
Off to my writing, my thoughts to relate
A city pulsating, its lights and its clatter
But now in my nest, my mind it at rest
Its light energy, a reflection for me
It’s simply the best, for my poetry
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