Hot tea and black clouds keep creativity
from spilling into space , stormy writes -
with anti-social vibes on the clockwork rat race
I can hear the highway laden with heavy loads
The five o'clock monkey circus for precious home
We're all dying to get there no matter -
where we are
Rushing for something more
Bound for the unknown
We recall the song while ambivalent to the -
individual tones
Like the thunder from a passing July cloudburst
The first note of your favorite tune
The rattle of wind chimes in the misty afternoon
The crescendo of rubber meeting water on the
busy avenue* ....