Alan Bruce Thompson
Waiting For The Light - Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson
Damn it’s turning red, just as I approach,
Trapped in between a tractor and a bus-coach.
For a speeder like me, two minutes is a long wait,
Normally I’m first to go from the starting gate.
I play with the radio, and smoke faster and faster,
In no time at all, inside my car looks like disaster.
I drum on the pedal, prepare energy for speed,
I’m ready to go, to race indeed.
The light turns orange, I’m now roaring to go.
Damn I’ve stalled the engine, stupid bozo!
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