Road Rage

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The red car is parked on double yellow lines

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Nearby I am waiting, content to be waiting

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The passing parade entertains and I am content, waiting

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From the rear of the red car a youngster leans forward

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There is no prologue, no gentle upswell, it is sudden

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His music, his sound, his choice, it is there, it is everywhere

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Along with the shattered still air there goes my patience

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I suddenly want to take my phone and retaliate

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I want so much to go and stand by his open window

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His open window! His open window!

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I could, I could do it, take my phone to his open window

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And by his window I could play for him

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My choice of music as he plays his for me

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I could, I could do it, I could play for him,

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Puccini, Madame Butterfly, Un Bel Di, Vedremo

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And as the music rises and the voice soars

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I would lean closer, I would raise the volume

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I would lift the phone, I would share my music even more

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I imagine I would enjoy his horrified looks

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His initial delight at being noticed turning

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To complete and utter incomprehension

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How can anyone call that music?

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I could enjoy that but I don’t, I turn away and hold my silence

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Maybe one good day, one good day, we will see

Author: connellykevin

Writer, poet and photographer. Lover of all musical genres, from acoustic to zydeco. Born in Ireland of Scottish descent and proud of both. "I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it daily for six weeks or so" WB YEATS Many of the themes here presented and to be presented have taken me a lifetime rather than six weeks. Some have taken mere moments to arrive. All are offered freely and it is my hope that you, dear reader, will gain something by browsing here and that I in turn will gain something by presenting these works to you.

4 thoughts on “Road Rage”

  1. Loud rage is a terrible symptom of a flawed psyche that needs immediate (“handle with care instructions”) , but I do not like all that vibration and noise anywhere., pedestrians too. (No ear buds, etc.) The music is so loud as to abuse fellow travelers, and it is like if it is loud enough, long enough, you will be forced to hear it and it makes the abuser right. Passive aggressive behavior, that is what I would call it. Just because you scream loud does not make you sane (or right)?

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