INTO THE EMERALD CITY:
The stink, the heat, the proximity of unfamiliar body parts.
Standing on slow trains, breathing secondhand breath, rocking to
a discordant rhythm, footfall grooves broken by the ragged cracks
of grease stained pavements, queueing for time. The going in is ok.
The being there is a buzz. It’s the slow, grinding process of leaving
that suck the life out of me. Chin up.
Listening to:
Idris & the Pyramids – WE BE ALL AFRICANS
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Crush hour again, I feel for you. Get lost in…
Oh heck yeah! An all-time favorite! Thanks for getting my morning commute off to a better start. 🙂
Now I’ll be humming “We be all Africans, coming from the motherland” all the way to the bus stop. Happy Friday. Thanks, Karl!
Halte auch deine ohren steif,karl!-)