One Great City

Late afternoon, another day is nearly done A darker grey is breaking through a lighter one A thousand sharpened elbows in the underground That hollow hurried sound, feet on polished floor And in the dollar store, the clerk is closing up And counting loonies trying not to say I hate Winnipeg The driver checks the mirror seven minutes late The crowded riders' restlessness enunciates The Guess Who sucked, the Jets were lousy anyway The same route everyday And in the turning lane Someone's stalled again He's talking to himself And hears the price of gas repeat his phrase I hate Winnipeg And up above us all Leaning into sky Our golden business boy Will watch the North End die And sing, “I love this town” Then let his arcing wrecking ball proclaim I hate Winnipeg