EDGE OF TOWN
EDGE OF TOWN
Living on the edge of town
We never smell the petrol fumes
Or the farmer’s muck spreader
No sound of breaking beer glasses
No bleating of new born lambs
Here where countryside meets city
It’s like being in Limbo
Neither one thing nor the other
Living on the edge of town
In our suburban gardens
We can pretend to be rural
Amongst plants in painted pots
Our compost heaps and water buts
And sometimes we’re urban folk
Just a short taxi ride away
From the streets and the action
But the truth is we are neither
Living on the edge of town
Perhaps we’re on a journey
Always moving from here to there
Before bouncing back again
From hayfield to indoor car park
From shopping centre to farm
Our moods changing with the weather
The crime rate and the traffic
Raising us up, dragging us down
Living on the edge of town.
(c) David Subacchi
PC
David Subacchi
Mon 24th Sep 2012 23:54
Thanks Greg!
Bruce was singing about darkness of a different kind ! But I am a great fan of The Boss!
You can catch more of my work including videos by searching on SUBACCHI+POEM.
David