TRIPLEX ZONE

FROM CAR TO CAR AND EYE TO EYE
FROM EVERY GASP TO EVERY SIGN
THROUGH TOUGHENED SHEETS OF TRIPLEX ZONE
IN THE HOLOGRAM CITY I'M ALL ALONE
YOU TAP YOUR FINGERS ON THE WHEEL
YOUR BOX AIR CONDITIONS ALL YOU FEEL

I SEE YOUR MOUTH MOVE,CAN'T HEAR YOU SING
THROUGH THE SMOKE AND GLASS CAN'T FEEL A THING
YOUR CAR GLINTS BRIGHTLY IN THE SUN
IDLE MOTORS START TO RUN
CLOUDS OF GREY SMOKE OBSCURE THE VIEW
I'M LEFT WAITING IN THE QUEUE

THROUGH THE PALE SUN IN THE REAR
OF RUSH HOURS PEAK,I THOUGHT I SAW
A SMALL WHITE HAND UNDO A COAT
SMILING,GAZING,STROKING A THROAT
MY ROW OF CARS MOVE FAR TOO SLOW
TURN BACK TO SEE THAT I MISSED HER GO