Commuting
Pre-dawn. He stifles a yawn,
coffee in hand he walks to the car.
Another day, another dollar, another commute.
Slipping behind the wheel, he readies himself
another hour of boredom or frustration,
locked bumper to bumper with other travellers.
As he backs the car onto the street
he says a little prayer of thanks.
Thanks for this opportunity to work,
earn a living, support his family.
A turn of the tires heads him to the freeway
joining thousands of others on this daily trek.
One final sip of coffee as the car merges into place...
...no bathroom break this trip!
Pushing a button, the radio's soothing music
eases the discomfort of being alone, yet not.
Settling back, accepting the commuter's fate
only another 50 minutes behing the wheel.
Wow! I like that! I hate traffic and I hardly ever go to Atlanta because of it. This is good, Kim.
Jessica