As the trailing traffic trundles <br />Slug-like slow through humdrum London, <br />Serpentine, so slowly snaking, <br />As the working world is waking, <br />Does it drag its feet, despondent <br />That its journey's such a long one? <br /> <br />Is it glum, lethargic, lagging <br />Stultified by last night's stabbing <br />By the youths who prowled the pavements? <br />Is it stopped in shocked amazement <br />At the fights and altercations <br />Of the drivers who lack patience? <br /> <br />Does it long to laze and linger, <br />Too relaxed to raise a finger, <br />Pull its socks up, get in motion? <br />Does it ever get a notion <br />That we crushed-in cramped commuters <br />Have to rush to our computers? <br /> <br />Is is dragged down, all enjoyment <br />Drained by rising unemployment? <br />Settling scores with willing workers, <br />Does it shuffle just to irk us? <br />Is is giving us a warning <br />Since we've cursed its crawl each morning? <br /> <br />Voyeuristic, as it goggles <br />At the skimpy-kitted joggers, <br />Is is racked by indecision? <br />Will it cause the next collision? <br />Does it rubberneck at crashes <br />Peering as it slowly passes? <br /> <br />Has it got a sage solution <br />Putting paid to fume pollution? <br />Is its so-annoying slowness <br />Just an eco-friendly bonus <br />So we lose our love to travel <br />As our road-romance unravels?<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/traffic-s-thoughts/
