A blizzard

As we went home after work,
It started snowing.
The evening traffic was in lock-
-step hardly flowing.

Still full of people, BX-12s
Crept "Out of Service".
It wasn’t going to be well,
We feared, as always,

For we had nowhere to hide
In snow, as hounds,
While limos wouldn't give us a ride
On legal grounds.

New York, 19 March 2013


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