The Ambulance Driver

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The Ambulance Driver

 

What goes through his mind

as he tears down the street?

As tarmac unravels

beneath tyred feet.

 

As sirens sound out

Their electronic yell,

In a blur he is gone

an ice cream van from hell.

 

The traffic doth part

just like the Red Sea,

and thou shalt not hinder

nor impedeth he.

 

What goes through his mind,

as he races to beat,

the stopwatch we face,

Will it be a dead heat?

 

And how does he sleep

at the end of each day?

It's not like he shuts down,

Locks papers away.

 

Neon graffiti

sprays blue through the air.

Sirens repeat:

Stay with me, nearly there.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Awdures]

I'm sure I'd find it difficult to sleep doing that kind of job Dan, and anyway how the hell are you! It's been ages!

[Annette Jay Sweeney]

Wow! Thank you for sharing this. I thin you captured a beautiful essence in this work. The rhythm is so well done. I found my eyes traveling unhindered through this work, which is always pleasant. Keep up the good work!

[bbb]

Really fresh and interesting poem. It's great because this is something one might think of, but not always pen. Unique, I liked it!

[Ruth]

This is so moving!
A really powerful poem for imagery love!
The thoughts that go through their mind, hmm, an interesting slant:)
Great poem
xx