Crowded 23

Dimmed light and morning smog

faces in a rush, two cars nearly crushed.
Angry horns, red lights and anticipation
every day the same dull compilation.
Nobody at the station except me
waiting for the crowded 23.

Injecting my veins with jazz and lounge
refreshes my perception with a vivid touch.
Pocket tinkles with change five times five
enough for Mr.Driver to give me a ride.
No discount and certainly not free
for taken seat in the crowded 23.

In the far eastern bleach
a familiar shape my drowsy eyes reach.
Bad moment to light this cigar of mine
when I have to get in the unie on time.
Suppress your nicotine greed
to get aboard on the crowded 23.