Impatience reigns
In this hostile environment
Where all are trapped, and none can escape.

Children wail,
Grownups mutter,
And a mob’s slowly forming
To strangle that jerk
Blasting 70’s pop out his window.

Meanwhile, most sit,
Comatose,
With fingers drumming
For all eternity…

…until the stoplight changes,
and civilization returns.

Nelson Scott is the pseudonym of a student who has occasionally wanted to travel to New York City–and then has promptly remembered the crowds, traffic, and sheer degree of expenses that would likely greet him there.