24/03/2015

#poem #poetry #amwriting #lasttrain

rolling fast against the walls beneath the thames
I can only guess the driver is on a promise

half stoned a quarter drunk and merry with company
I go with the flow counting down northern line stations

reading the soon to be yesterday's standard
I learn that princess diana is at it again

well who wouldn't well perhaps not now
but it was yesterday and the driver wants home

how wide is this river recalling conversation
I retort too late to the jibe about my looks

a retort more clever than the comment
not clever enough to be made at the time

what is the time oh I better catch the last train.

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