Friday Rush

Friday tea time the road are pack with people traveling home

Friday’s rush, courier vans sandwich

Between maddening cyclists and trucks,   

We drive through traffic barely broom brush,

Shake hand tempers flaring off the cuffs.

 

Soon delays will drive you into despair

A source of dread the things to come,

Scratching at your head and tickling your hair

Friday’s rush is not much driving fun.

 

When wishing to be in some other place

That would be a treat and not on the street,

Battling through the stop and go pace,

Incidents, and road workers laying concrete.

 

A fire of blood move between your toes

You might dislike the wait but it’s the gate,

That leads home to meet all your loving foes

Kisses and hugs dearly waiting in anticipate.

 

Patience reverse into absolute catastrophe,

Sometimes you oblige the rattle of the breeze,

But within your mind, soon you can breath 

So Just be glad you reach home safely at ease.

Reviews

[wordman]

sounds like a u p s driver my friend ,in a very busy place