7th March, 2016 (going to work in a car)

by Brendan Strong

Make way Monday! We are coming through
The N7, a place for the dead who
Never made it to heaven,
But sat in traffic, cursing through
Radio updates having chosen the wrong lane,
As the middle and inside move along
And some fuckers in the hard shoulder barrel down to the next exit.
Muttering ‘You’re going to kill someone’ while staring at a phone
Keeping half an eye on the road
For any twitch of movement
Or sign of a traffic patrol 
(It’s 3 points you know).

Stop-start Monday morning all the way to Dublin
Where a week’s worth of trouble is just beginning.