Traffic Police

The taxi stopped three cars away from the junction
I looked to my left and, the driver was smiling
I looked to my right, and the driver was also smiling
As far as I could see everyone was smiling
I could understand because I was also smiling
We were all staring at a lone figure
His black beret was competing seriously with his face
His orange shirt complimented the sun perfectly
His black trousers and boot were a direct contrast
To his sparking white gloves
He stood in the middle of the road
The smile on his face was certainly something to behold
He moved his hands like a conductor in an orchestra
He moved his leg like he was dancing the moonwalk
I could tell he was having the time of his life
At that moment I wished with all my heart
That we could swap places
Not because of his dance moves
Or his conducting skills
But an opportunity of a vacation at my vocation
But then again we can’t all be lucky.