Pains and Pane

Night and day, there's a roar outside my window;
from the far side of the lake, the traffic on I-65;
the whirl of choppers returned from Coast Guard jaunts;
the navy's jet fighters rehearing the next Iraq;
Harley Davidson, my neighbor next door --- rebel with a clue;
and the fisherman who when he hauls in his yacht from the Sound
envelopes the neighborhood in smoke, clearing the pipes of the outboard motor.

Where there's progress there has to be some noise.
There's no getting around it!
Fortunately, I have double paned windows with gas in between,
and this reduces the commotion to a tolerable rumble.
If you can afford a cloaked existence, as I can,
you can enjoy relative quiet within your four walls.
Just keep the Brahms playing fairly loud.