#iamgrateful for transportation

My bell is my melody

as I glide though my city

a cultural legacy

carved into her memory.

Ding Ding Ding, I echo

my driver stands and bellows

‘watch your step, my dear fellow”

as people look up, ‘hello’

I meander through buildings

stopping when the people sing

tinned sardines, more are boarding

my green poles they try to cling.

Taking them from home to work

the managers and their clerk

from Collins to Little Bourke

every 10, just like clockwork.