With any luck <br />by car or truck <br />they find a parking space. <br />But if not, <br />at the other lot, <br />you will see a race. <br />On any day, <br />they make their way, <br />just like all the others. <br />With coffee strong, <br />they all get along, <br />just like they were brothers. <br />In the night, <br />the group takes delight, <br />making all of the rounds. <br />Escape the dour! <br />Off to happy hour, <br />besides friends, strangers, and clowns.<br /><br />Mohammad Rafique<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twenty-four-hours-4/
