Doppler Effect and All

The rolling hum of the airplane's engine,
doppler effect and all,
and the drizzle of some indoor plumbing,
perhaps a regurgitation within these pipes
interrupted by a few clinks in the radiator.

A cat is motionless, spent
while these fingers click
on plastic keys and now a helicopter joins
our little Brooklyn calliope,
a tenor among such noise.

Where does one venture for quiet
in a place of pipes and machines,
of ambition and drive,
of coming and going,
we drag with reluctance our animal ways.

In a city
we still have to shit.