Road Rage 2 Poem by Robert Melliard

I stopped, well, grudgingly perhaps,
to let a pedestrian cross.

But he didn't cross - he sauntered...

Before he'd reached the other kerb, ,
I swerved (angrily) by,
almost brushing against him
with my dusty bodywork.

How can people be so inconsiderate?

At least I stopped at the zebra crossing,
which is more than Spaniards do!

(This happened in Spain.)

I had to wait at the next lights,
and they weren't far off...

He caught me up.

He tapped on the driver's window,
looking, well, intense...

I lowered it a little:
I'm not a coward
but he looked fit:
I didn't want to be thumped!

He showed me his card.

He was a plain clothes cop,
or maybe just off duty...

He said:
'I'll cross the street in my own sweet time.'

I said 'I understand that, officer,
but I've had a rough day...'

He said 'Me too! '

We parted.