Not feeling groovy on the Q32 today.
Traffic towards Queensboro sprawled, crawling for dear life,
inching, waiting for many minutes at this time.
Not looking for fun, boys.
This girl’s needs to go to work now,
but traffic’s not letting us move—-
I wonder if the ‘60s were really living easy;
the kids back then are now pushing their mid-sixties
and they roll their eyes, remembering their own high hopes
of peaceful, easy living
now dashed upon the rocks below by current history.
Paul and Art, today I’m not feeling groovy—-
I need to go to work now
in spite of this slowdown,
I need to make this moment last.