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A pint at Teagues
Joking about public transport
This is no greyhound to Pittsburgh
But what’s so bad about that?
Every city in the world has longing and suffering and pain
There’s a lady collecting can rings for cancer research
You met me tonight but did I meet you?

We are all fragile traffic
Moving from one place to the next with no clear destination

Clicked straight back into the groove our chatter passes all understanding
Transcends any meaning other than love
Yawning yamaha jacket on my left
Cheap chicken take away on my right
Glad to make the effort because otherwise what’s the point

We are all fragile traffic moving from one place to the next with no clear destination

The megarider will take you to all the corners of Gloucester
Oh the stabbings, rape and heroin
The filth, guilt and boredom
The smell of wet decay like no other, unique and distinct to this shitty city

Look up though, just do it once
The view is magnificent
Tumbling hills, broken frozen beauty
Birds take sun draped crimson flight

We are all fragile traffic moving from one place to the next with no clear destination

Copyright John de Gruyther 2016

2 thoughts on “Fragile traffic

  1. “The filth, guilt and boredom and the smell of wet decay” well this could have been about Chicago. Still the way the sun rises over the lake and settles fog over the buildings is one of the most beautiful sights.

    I had to read this twice, so much here.

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