Urban Man
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Dreams invaded by the siren's moan
I wake and the clock rhythms on
tick tock wail
tick tock wail
and the heart of urban man
beats ever faster.

Breakfast and engines that howl at the grass
and rage at poor leaves for falling haphazard
and trucks that impatiently
eighteen wheel their way
to someplace important
and mindlessly rattle my cereal bowl.

While the red winged blackbird opens his mute mouth
for his song is lost
to the coffee bean grinder
and the morning is lost to the din.

Jack hammer me a love song
car alarm me a poem
power tool me a story
while horns for fogs and cars and all clear
sound byte me a picture with no place for Gabriel
his sweet notes redundant.

And out by the airport a tinkling church bell
is bullied by brute behemoth
who runs screaming to mock the innocent air
. . . and leaps
While the heart of urban man beats even faster.