I have no need for traffic apps,
with crimson-colored highway maps
I ride the train to take a plane.
I get my weekly dose of rain:
I walk to where I want to play -
I never have to park valet.
I hear the hubbub of the street
from my apartment, warm and sweet.
I must watch out for errant cars,
and crazies hanging near the bars
as I parade to restaurants
and make my way to favorite haunts.
But all in all, it's lots of fun...
and now this poem is all done.
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