Place My Foot On The Pedal

The frosty wind whistles around me

As the white percipitation floats

To the ground in slow motion

The greyish orange street lights

Illuminate the outdoors

Behind me the fluorescent lit backdrop

The air smells fresh despite

The gasoline that puddles the street

Fresher than my apartment

But not a new car smell

The cold wind chills me

Feels like the flesh is not on my bones

They are bare, a naked skeleton

The backlit sign of the liquor store across the street

Lets me know it's open nine a.m. to eleven p.m. daily

Seems a little early

Shrieks of frustrated crackheads

Echo far in the distance

Backed by the beat of faint sirens

The street is empty for now

Save a few lonely burger joint wrappers

And 7-11 boxes

Hurrying on their way

Racing the wind

I wheel my bike from my apartment building

Fling my leg over and with all my weight

On one side to get it moving

I start my journey to work

At 3:40 A.M.

Place my foot on the pedal

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

I like how realistic this is and the descriptions for imagery especially this part:
"The cold wind chills me
Feels like the flesh is not on my bones
They are bare, a naked skeleton"

If you want to correct, 2 words:
Lets me know
"Let's me no it's open nine a.m. to eleven p.m. daily"

[Luke L]

thank you very much for the review, and I will correct that :)

[Praveeta]

Well written piece, felt like I had a tour of your neighbourhood and experienced winter.