Man, holding briefcase, waits for traffic.
Dirty, late sun casts his lame, bleak shadow on road;
a modern orgy of fumes, concrete & tires.
(And misery.)
Ambulance shakes him, (from his melancholy),
he is angry.
Looks at watch, (almost mechanically),
Jerks arm into polyester, trouser pocket –
(With visceral aggression.)
He will never realise the significance of his watch.
The lights change.
