Timmy Curran

Got A Jones For The City - Poem by Timmy Curran

I feel the breeze
of underground gales
Smell the history of
dust, that lifts from
the rails, the men
playing music, the ads
for new movies,
there´s a picture so perfect,
products cost money,
but their smile seems worth it
The streets are levels up,
there´s Chelsea, Greenwich,
Boylston and Park,
where new worlds
are created after dark

Boom, boom, shimmey, shimmey
the rhythm of the city
never falters, no matter
where I´m sitting
The end of the day
drawing near to the sky
I lift a beer, say cheers,
brush off the sand
with a tingling right hand
Adios, it´s been fun
as the ocean swallows the sun

Topic(s) of this poem: miscellaneous

Comments about Got A Jones For The City by Timmy Curran

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 25, 2015

[Report Error]