Midday,
it’s lunching,
suited in boardroom sociopathy
By 3pm, its black sartorial
boredom hangs
in downtown coffee bars
The city, at 6, loosens silk ties, casts lustful
stares across crowded pubs
Its throaty, pashmina’d laughs drift
over footlights at 8,
Around 10, it’s sporting fusion-cuisined
energy and scent of MSG
Overtimed road-crew neon reflects
stumbling stillettoes,
come midnight
And at 2am, it’s pyjama-shuffling
its drug-coma’d streets,
mad-haired, in the darkness
But you’ll find it
just before sunup,
reposed against periwinkle sky,
at its naked
best
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This is just brilliant!
Thanks, Cin 🙂
city style. describes to a ‘t’ bb, and I love seeing the City streets, when no-one’s about, early morning, a hushed sound, almost as if the City is holding it’s breath, or taking a calming breath before the ‘rush’ xx
I love “the city is holding its breath” – it describes those moments to a T, Pen. What is your city like at other times? 🙂
rush hour, criminal, everyone wanting to be somewhere else and not enjoying where they ‘are’ type of thing. I try to be early for everything, so I can be the picture of calm and competence, (doesn’t always work tho’!!) 😉 xx
Gorgeous poem… so accurately descriptive that it’s hard to choose any particular line/s. Great work!
Thanks, Adeeyoyo 🙂
Such a great and accurate description of the day in the life of the city!
Love these lines “By 3pm, its black sartorial boredom hangs in downtown coffee bars”
Have a great day! xx
Glad you enjoyed it, Chloe. What is your city like? 🙂
Manchester is a big monstrosity, usually submerged in rain! lol xx
Twenty four hours in the life of a city.
It seems sometimes like a city is not so different from a natural ecosystem. lol
It’s a jungle out there, Richard 😉
Wow, this takes me back to my days working and playing in the centre of the city – haha – fantastic poem (particularly like the ‘boardroom sociopathy’ – I could write a novel on that subject 😉
ha, ha – that would certainly make a fascinating read 😀
Oh Bluebee! what a marvelous poem! It’s hard hitting, sharp edged, (loved the stumbling stilettos! can’t figure out how to stand in them anymore…so don’t!), such a deep view of the follies of humanity.
Truly a passionate and insightful poem that reflects a sharp and compassionate eye.
I loved it! And…so musical.
Lady Nyo
Thanks, Lady Nyo – agree on the stilletoes – haven’t worn any in a while 😀
yes, The city indeed, so well said 🙂
Peace to you,
Laz
Thanks, Laz. It’s an interesting place 😀
This poem is so accurate you could set your clock by it.
Creatures of habit 🙂
great post! only if my day was as comparing to this poem. its very nice!!!! like how you used “pyjama-shuffling” !!!
Thanks, Eva 🙂
fun poem to read w imagery and more. i had to wonder about what pathology was in the boardroom :).
Thanks, Sana – in my terribly cynical view, it’s an epidemic. 😦 bb
Here at night I can see the glow of Tulsa in the far off distance. Over head the stars fill my sky with their quiet peace while I sleep without the worry of that lonely madness that those city bars bring. I am thankful my nights are so very different from how they used to be when I ran through the neon light dancing with everything in sight.Peace be with you BB!
There’s a time and a place for it, isn’t there, 2zpoint. I mostly prefer to be where I can see the stars and hear nothing but the sounds of nature. You are very fortunate to live in such a calm place 🙂
Man, does your poetry ever pack a wallop! I love this from beginning to end – wish the day were longer. “Scent of MSG” gave me a headache!
Ha, ha – yes, MSG can do that 🙂