Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Tuesday Poem: Cloth Cap commutes

Yesterday, the Humourless Seinfeld spammed his audience with
an endless tweet, an unlikeable Facebook post, an audible Feltron Report.
Despite his best efforts, Cloth Cap couldn't shut out the confounding sound
so the Chopin-playing pianist hung his head, stopped playing.

Today the Humourless Seinfeld and his listening post sit two rows back.
Cloth Cap can still hear him inside his string phones, can hear him
sliming the 1812 overture, lowering the lifting of Napoleon's siege
of Moscow, spiking the guns, muffling the bells.

Tomorrow, Cloth Cap will magnanimously provide HS and his companion
with their own bus, TV producer, camera crew, and direct feeds to all
the world's reality shows. Cloth Cap will refuse resulting YouTube clip
advertising royalties and smile while he listens to Vivaldi.

Three and a half years of bus commuting have provided a lot of material for Cloth Cap. I don't think it will be his last reflection.

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  1. Lovely poem, Keith. It made me laugh. Whenever I think of cloth caps, I can't help thinking of Pete and Dud. Showing my age.

    1. Thanks Andrew - I know what you mean about Pete and Dud, so that shows mine too.


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