Poems (Radford)/Nobody in Town
Nobody in Town
I stand upon my island home, My island home in Regent Street,And listen to the ceaseless foam Of traffic breaking at my feet:The sky above is clear and sweet, The summer day is smiling down,I muse upon it, and repeat That there is nobody in town.
All day a living metronome Keeps up a firm relentless beat,All day the little children roam Through airless alleys, in the heat; All day the men and women meet With tired eyes, and settled frown,I marvel, in my safe retreat, That there is nobody in town.
Ah world beneath the sky's blue dome, In flannels white, and spotless gown,Ah would that such a day might come, When there was nobody in town.