Looking Through Stained Glass


Urban Haze



If only I could drive my car to work
I wouldn’t be caught in this urban haze
The streets spots filled, the garages packed
Garage is too expensive anyways
Going home from work in a funky sweat
Back of my throat like bottom of ashtrays
Two hour’s lucubration gone downhill
Under the glare of my boss’ sharp gaze
My corporate suit felt so good at the job
Now I’m out in midst of this darn blaze
The walk’s a distance by foot to the train
And my suit is torture under these rays
If only I could drive my car to work
I wouldn’t be caught in this urban haze
Want to take off my jacket but I can’t
Caught this guy trying to check me out slantways
Can feel my silk blouse sticking to my skin
I am so not about to make his days
And see just how fitting my form can be
But it’s worse in the sauna of the subways
Where once again the AC’s not running
This train’s the epitome of clichés
Practice mental transference while I’m here
With someone with access to pool valets
If only I could drive my car to work
I wouldn’t be caught in this urban haze
All packed on each other like sardines
Is it the train or heats that’s causing sways
At last! I am the phoenix bird rising
From the pyre walking up the stairways
Grateful that I’m finally getting home
Again caught in of those train delays
Got the number for pizza on speed dial
The thought of cooking has me in a daze
Little trooper I am I brave the heat
But sometimes I swear I hate the weekdays



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