Grease on the Pavement

Grease on the pavement, scaffolds pass-by
Dust in the eyes from their rusting hulks
Past Slutty Cat’s mansion and on to the road
Running down streets where traffic is slowed

Calling out the pace as we weave through crowds
Bearing down on lamppost after lamppost
Counting their number as one at a time
We tread through their measures sublime

Veer to the right and the map’s route made flesh
A new encounter with yards full of trains
Dogs want to join us their men call them back
And we run, and we run till the end of the track

‘Go’ she shouts turning as she touches the wall
We spin and we charge up the trail
Our friend the Collie is barking anew
But we breeze on right past her near ready to spew

Although it’s familiar we’re on our way home
More than a half and the Sun’s at our back
The pedestrian crossing is timed just correct
And we jog up the land with our heads held erect

Sprint to the park where we’ll find how we’ve done
Sprint to the park, look how far we’ve come
It’s eight in the morning I’m not in my bed
Two runners now just wanting fed.