Rush Hour

Bumper-to-bumper cars,

An arguing cacophony of cursing tones,

Blaring angry impatience.

Late is never an option,

Always the threat.

 

Suffocating clouds of exhaust,

Strangling the air,

Fogging early morning minds.

Time crawls on mercilessly.

 

Bitter coffee, since gone cold,

Coats anxiously lumped throats.

White knuckles and gripping fingers,

Numb on luxury leather wheels.

 

Minutes decide to spare sanity,

Hardly generous,

Awaiting the same torture,

Tomorrow, same time.