Posted by MFish

Cars all wet and glistening
Are darting in and out,
Swerving with indifference,
While impeding paths of others.

The green of many signals,
Hanging in the streets,
The flashing lights of neon,
Distorting, all that pass, beneath.

And then the dark Sears tower,
Is seen by sleepy eyes,
The workday, drawing closer,
As cars are parked and locked.

The sound of rapid footsteps,
A smell of soft perfume,
A spot of red, from cigarettes,
Flicker in the gloom.

A quick, short walk, on sidewalks,
A few "Good Morning" friends.
Then trudging up the stairwell
And puffing at the top, I catch my breath.

Hurry to the office,
Out the back, rear door,
Stopping at the mirror,
To check my appearance.

Grab a cup of coffee,
A piece of toast or two.
Sit down at the table
And listen, to those who talk.

The sound of a hundred voices,
In discordant harmony,
Reminds me of a bee-hive
And of the sound of bees.

At last the bell is ringing,
So I hurry to my work,
To say hello to people,
Who I appreciate.