Captured there in orange beneath the old street light a cloud of breath exhaled hangs heavy in the night.
Waiting on the 409 has never been this bleak the fierce wind nips your ear lobe and ice cold stings your cheek.
I watch you turn your collar up your back against the bite one hand on that coffee cup the other out of sight.
Each morning getting colder the forecast is for snow in fleece and wool you face the frost and how I'll never know
I see youβre green my blue faced friend the green before the fall you've never been about the perks it's conscience above all.
The last thing on your mind just now would be to get a Lynx traffic is lame road rage insane And air pollution stinks.
Don't EVEN get you started on the SUV spews out nitrous oxide and guzzles Texas tea.
Public parking, another rare find for what you get, they rob you blind.
and what they miss the vandal takes leave you with migranes the car alarm makes.
better for all we all take the train or one car per family 'stead of one car per brain.
Watching you stand there with ice crystals forming I despise all your stubborness you NEED global warming!
I know you're no girly my Ever-Ready mate but my Duracel is waiting and the 409 is late
I get out of my car and approach you from the rear my work cut out, without a doubt the ice lymric is near
poetic license pending I call for a herione's ending like a frozen filet, without word or delay I can lift you without even bending.
Once inside and thawing you start in about the gas I turn down the heat, but turn up the seat that's warming up your ****.
I'm all for the planet, I tell ya and doing whatever is best but for mornings like these with your jewels in deep freeze come with and we'll heat up the Quest!