Joburg

The jazz blue sounds of Joburg in the sunny Saturday morning and the small patch of clouds against it all but time when you pass the steel poles with your face tuning to it all that this city is ,you can only look forward. You pass short left and the only thing in your heart is how this weekend will be any different. The music is the same, a kid at the corner street and some old man trying to push his miseries in his bloody dusty blanket in a trolley he can call his own. The rush madness of time in here means everything, taxis at a thought and stopping one at a doubt. You look to the left and it’s gone……you look to the right again you only realize that we all trying to fit in. You stop for a cold one and the night gets young with the second one. The women in here are economic; pull your wallet for a bullet if they have to. The night turns grey with the touch of good old days memories, yesterday gone with the wind and the life you lead adapts today.