Monday 1 February 2010

Getting the bus home

Desperate people mill around the doors of the bus
Heads down, shuffling determinedly
Like zombies

Upstairs, dust settling after schoolkids fling a freebie paper
All over the top deck
Pages flap

Recent-piss-stained boots stumble past my seat
Afternoon on the lager, fag-scorched voice
On the phone

I scribble surreptitiously, hopefully, ready to back down
from any unwanted attention
While I write

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