Observations From The Café By The Roundabout Poem by Greg Davidson

Clatter, growl and grumble,
Through the roundabout they rumble.
Cars and trucks and motorbike,
All slalom through with mixed dislike.

Most drive around with mindful care,
Some, as if the roundabout's not there,
Drive straight on through, no never mind.
Was this part of the road's design?

By the roundabout I drink
My coffee, pen in hand and think,
About this scene played out before.
Is this another metaphor?

My coffee and my words run out,
As I watch the roundabout,
But I'll return some later time,
To sit, and think, and drink, and rhyme