Glorious Ordinary Day

© 1996  J. Oscar Bittinger

Standing at the window drinking coffee
Twenty stories up
Friday morning and the streets full
Watch the people
‘Scurrying ’round, ’round, ’round, (’round, ’round, ’round)

On a park bench in the sunshine
Sit the mothers
And the nannies minding children
What a thrill then climbing up high
And sliding down, down down (down, down, down)

Sailboats bob upon a dappled bay
Busses hurry by and new leaves sway
Isn’t it a Glorious Ordinary Day?

In the office telephones ring
Paper shuffling
Get to your next meeting on time
Gotta deadline
Deals at lunchtime
Going down, down, down (down, down, down)

Warships sail across an oil slicked bay
Read all about it as your taxi speeds away
It’s another Glorious Ordinary Day

Runners wearing headphones
Don’t hear drug dealers or dogs bark
A tearful soldier salutes the names on the monument
In the park lovers laze
Late afternoon haze
Cover’s them until dark

In the kitchen supper’s ready
Smells so good
The waitress offers coffee
To the traveler
Bartender smiles
Sun is going down, down, down
Down, down, down


1996: Spring