At Clanricarde Gardens on a stuffy summer's night

I dropped a waitress at her flat

on a considered whim though undermotivated,

and she asked me in.

Through the marooned shell of a hall

and up the stair, no carpet

to soften the tread or tame

the lighted glare.

It was never designed to be a conquest,

she was dumpy and plain

and all the music wrung out of me

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It's hard to find love when you're all alone

when the last train has left.

Like the walking dead

you wait for love

with no end in sight.

It's hard to be loved when you're lonely too

'cause everyone knows you missed that train

though it wasn't your fault

and the time's never right

when that last train has left

and the night lies ahead

when you're waiting f...

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He left the kitchens every night

by scooter back to bedsit

many stairs to the top of the house

his only rise in life.

rear view mirror Park Lane

headlights

dreams of

cyprus.

Enraged, he pressed in the light, ascended the stairs

past doors for other lonely folk

sickly glow a ray of hope for

career advance.

All around his life a threat of Akrotiri,

love losing ...

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