STREET PATROL
IT'S MIDNITE AGAIN; TIME TO PATROL THE STREETS! JUST ONE STOP, AT THE LOCAL MART, TO PICK UP, MY EATS! NIGHT PEOPLE ARE STRANGE, BUT INTERESTING TOO! THEY ALL HAVE THEIR STORIES; FROM MANY TO FEW! A YOUNG GIRL, FLAGS ME DOWN; SHE'S SUCH A CUTE HONEY! SHE'S NOT HERE TO CHAT, JUST PICK UP SOME MONEY! I SPEED OFF TO THE NEXT STREET, ON MY CHARIOT OF GOLD! I PUT UP WITH THE ELEMENTS; HEAT,RAIN, AND COLD! THE SUN IS UP, AS I MAKE MY WAY HOME; I SHALL RETURN TONITE, TO THAT BEAUTIFUL, PLEASURE DOME!
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Posted: Oct 2014
About this poem:
AFTER AN INTERVIEW WITH A STREET PATROL GUARD, I WROTE THIS!
Comments (8)
I live far from city life.
I've always liked the night and observing the interesting things(though hate being stuck in an office building at night-something seems unnatural about that).
Love driving on the highway, or riding with someone on a motorcycle at night. And just love observing the 'interesting night people' you described. Wouldn't want to be out in the elements, etc. - but nice to observe... and to get a glimpse through your write... really enjoyable!(and safer this way )
Cat
Ken