Circle Line

I watch the Circle Line glide past,
The passengers on deck;
Binoculars in hand or
At the ready, on the neck.

The tour guide points and tells them
That the mayor lives right there.
I wonder, as I listen,
If the tourists really care.

Some locals, sitting on the benches,
Feel the need to wave.
Some Circle Liners wave right back,
Both getting what they crave.

As they float by, I feel like I’m
A creature at the zoo.
“Oh look – there’s an East Sider,
Doing what East Siders do.”

Then off they sail and here I stay,
Just jotting down my rhyme.
Soon I’ll pack it in and head back home –
It’s almost feeding time!