Time seems to drag
The weather in oppressive, nags
The carrier of my routine
Condescends
From yonder
In all puffed majesty

Screeching to a halt
Punctuality the forbidden salt
The ‘bread winner’ blinks not awhile
Holds tight his armor and valor
Into the wrestle un-prized

Clinching the battle
For foothold
He swings on the rods
To a myriad twists and turns
When a ‘brake’
Ends the ball

Squeezes out a ‘knight’
As fortune’s one-piece
Afar his journey’s end;
Taken for a ride
By a commuter’s broke ‘FRIEND’!