Life is a Song
In the gritty alleys of city schemes,
Life's grumble rides on subway beams.
Rhythms clink in the rusty car,
Street-wise notes play on sidewalk tar.
Concrete cracks hum a tired tune,
City pigeons coo under a polluted moon.
Taxi horns blare, a cacophony's cheer,
Sirens wail, the soundtrack of fear.
Life is a song, a honky-tonk brawl,
Cement jungles, a chaotic sprawl.
Urban beats pound in rusty shoes,
Overtures conducted by construction crews.
Life is a song, a discordant rhyme,
Concrete canyons in the urban grime.
A traffic jam's crescendo, a city's drone,
Melody mangled in a monochrome tone.
(Bridge)
Subway rats squeak in the sewer's groove,
Graffiti tags on the alley's cove.
Metro tunnels hum, commuters blend,
In this manmade scape, no celestial trend
Even as elastic-plasticene toys we bend
and we bend and we bend and we bend.
Street vendors shout in a market square,
City lights flicker in a neon affair.
Concrete dreams crumble, a harsh street art,
As the cityscape plays its coldhearted part.
Life is a song, a jumbled beat,
Wise guy rhythms in a crowded street.
In the urban score, we play our strife,
Notes of survival in the concrete life.
The final act, a city's weary kiss,
An asphalt encore, a gritty bliss.
Life's song, a graffiti-scrawled word,
In the noisy streets, an echoing absurd.
Copyright © Jaymee Thomas | Year Posted 2024
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