Morning Rush Hour On Smithdown Road Poem by Barney Rooney

The air hangs under the railway bridge
between the Brook House and Penny Lane
thousands of cars and the now and then train
breathing easy for there's no shame
in pumping out the poison

Tracey sits in the jampacked flow
believes her ecocar's made from things that grow
trusts the Maker, keeps the Faith
into his hands her lungs she'll place
pumping out the poison

Harry has his two to deliver today
first to the Morrison then on his way
to the Nursery with the child strapped in
all had their puff of Ventolin
pumping out the poison

Darren drifts away in picture words
turning the deadly to the absurb
in the rush hour fanfare to his working day
waiting at the bus stop outside Subway
as the jampacked shoal chugs stuttering past
pumping out les poissons