City appointment

The traffic snarls

I change gears in my head

And auto crawl along

That black tar vein,

Time seemingly halts 'though

one eye records the tick of the tock

The other searches

For the exit lane.

Time did not halt though

But sped on through the crawl,

Sped past the appointment

And ripped through my soul.

White knuckles grip the wheel as

Desperate indicators flash

There's the exit and a gap

Gears change and through I dash.

Now deposited

In the city chaos

Sorry we don't change appointment times

But you will still have to pay us.

My hand strangled the parking ticket

As I removed it from the wipers grip,

A lesson to you suburbanites

Daring to tackle a city trip.