summer nights 1950s
curtains hang lifeless
awaiting breeze that does not come
hot and sweaty song
it doesn’t feel like singing
boy hears whistle’s blast
of a night train
slowly crawling its way
through the country side
breaking the silence at each crossing
ambulance sirens scream
through hot night air
Sunday 20th December 2020 5:27 pm
Veering through Northern valleys
Nocturnal nomad chasing lights
Squinting through misty glass at
Hills rising raucously
Perfidious silhouettes whispering
GPS. Reroute. M1.
Settings were fucked - avoid motorways?
Back to the linear path
Diving towards the sprawling metropolis
Hours to go.
Adjusting frequencies -
The Wind Cries Mary.
Friday 29th September 2017 7:42 pm
Once it was a time that glowed:
turned-up collar, hurrying through glistening, early 60s streets.
A kind of muddling, room at Odsal Top,
or summat like that;
steam train always whistling in the distance
Dashing for the bus; overcoats,
shopping bags, windows steamed up,
Running the last yards from the corner,
hammering at the ...
Thursday 29th April 2010 7:32 pm