Write On: Bridge Noise →

My friends awesome poetry:

writeonn:

Middle of night, I wake,
not sure the time. Would
guess, weighty-eyed, before 3
from the sound of taxis honking
impatiently; trucks exhausted,
dirt-huffing through the throat
of the Queensboro bridge, their heavy
groans trek over,
echo under
Roosevelt trams.

When…

1 year ago  /  4 notes  /  Source: writeonn