I am the passenger, CBDed Evening freed from the business day So I can now unleash my name noosed lanyard Unsecurity pass my corporate neck For on this safe bus shelter We doan need no stinkin badges And I can sit quietly and breathe And sit n stink and dream Dream out the window through the steams of traffic Dream out towards the dogged salvations of those far northern beaches Dream flat against the greyed window pain Until a trinkle disrupts my Neutral Bay idling And puts in drive turbid echoes of over herd working hours Gary! Doing alright Hanging on till Friday, as they say...
I hear the day's remembered voices even through my headphones Recall the pithy pitter-patter of the cuff-linked salesmens' chatter As the call centre team attempts to rent my head in Borrow you for a second? Shall we grab a room? I dream off palm trees, hoardings, Mosman Glimpses of a rain drain brown sea at Collaroy Dreaming off the deep water's ledge, which I can see because I have a window Tuesday dinner time
Do you just want to have that conversation? And I am talking to myself in jagged splinters That pollute a grouchy toxic seepage into my dawdlings Gary, all good mate? Naw, I'm good. I'm good with that
Now that we're on the same page I can read the passing tree leaves The unmetropolitan greens and browns Dream towards the Pittwater sounds Mangroves, mangos, cabbage trees, potato patches, bacon plants and pig processors Flathead, snapper, stingray, crabs, and scabies Dog beach, cat flap, pigeon coop, ute-squashed bandicoot
I'm conscious of the fact that I remain awake, alert and cranky, Still trying to drift off I'd like to just relax and empty I just don't think it's going to happen
What is that bird, that flappin thonder A flash of blank and white Let me chase that up I'd rather think of birds and trees The summering lagoon, kayaked A shine of breadful mullet How good is my hair today? How good is my hair today? I reckon that haircut brings you down to early 30s They laugh Charlie, you all OK with that? Naw, I'm good
Ah, a sulphate crusted cockatoo, aflap I know he's been across a number of issues Screeches stretched between the strung out wires And I know I will soon be home to wash Away the frictions of the day, Keen to become pacific Ocean breakers foam and cleanse Head beneath the surf and bubble Submerged reachings, straining out to grasp and hold the sand Brace myself against the rippings of the tide I just wanted to touch base, mate