Do you ever forget, when you’re driving
that all of those cars are filled with people?
As if it’s only you behind the wheel
of a two ton suit of armor
on your way to work,
to see your family,
to pay your rent?
If it weren’t for animals and pedestrians
you could do this commute in your sleep
and you would, as the asphalt glides beneath you,
snakes through the arteries of downtown –
every blood cell of the workforce, pumping
traffic, rhythmic stops and goes on
a red carpet to a rote destination.
Your body acts on memory, telling itself
here is where you brake.
Here is where you accelerate.
Here is where you remember
who’s behind the wheel
of all of those cars
when one collides with yours
and a man steps out
and you have to communicate
whether you like it or not.
Hooloovoo Blues 