As useful as a generic facebook status, just longer

On Marion Road with my bedroom window open,
I wake to petrols seeping through leaves.

Sounds of cars have swelled gradually through the night.
Like a tide, effected by the moon

Then, when the traffic lights at the end of our block turn red,
The wave has crashed.
It spreads thin over "beach sand"
Over broken pavement, hardened chewing gum,
Over an evenly spread grey grime too mature to be washed away

I am woken by the silence,
but by then lights are green again.