Open City

People everywhere

The streets bustle with life

lowlifes, bums, hookers and johns

Busses belch out exhaust

People yelling at taxis

Cab drivers who pretend not to hear

Car horns and panic

Strife and confusion

No time to slow down

Don’t want to be left behind

It’s a rat race, don’t you know?

Watch where you are going

Look both ways before crossing the street

Even one way streets

Give leftovers to the homeless

Help an old lady across the street

All this shit helps you fit in here

I need this city

And I need to get away

Spend a day on the beach

Drinking fruity drinks with little straw umbrellas

Clear the mind

Just enough time away

To get back to the race

This city rat race

© Dicky J Loweman 2014


      1. I’ve checked out your stuff and I really like it. I have a similar style in my poems/ short stories too and Bukowski has definitely influenced me. Btw just read your poem rainy night and I enjoyed it.


          1. I’ve just made my page now, I’m new on here 😛 Have just posted a poem I wrote a while ago. I will be posting some more stuff throughout the week. I am also drinking haha, it’s 1am here.


            1. I don’t know if my last comment went through, but as far as HST goes. He was a maniac. In a good way. Just too bad about the shotgun incident. Maybe a little more rum and we’d still have him around?


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