This train is departing

Eyes down for a full house on the underground London Town where care is a carefully used commodity It’s all about the numbers cram them in rinse and repeat then get them out. 91159 they’re sitting fine and dandy in this carriage which is not so handy if you’re me and you’re stood not good…

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Seats for the elderly

She’s probably making music in the Amazon by plucking her eyebrows on the underground it takes all sorts and I suspect all sports to make an Olympic site. In front of me, she, holds the Daily Telegraph I’m looking for Beadle this must be ‘Game for a laugh’ Next to me reading text I see…

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Just made it

The best of plans rely on man’s ingenuity and that’s most assuredly true. It would have been a crime were I not on time leaving early as I did. Aware that time will not wait to hesitate is another crime. Dreadlocks with flip flops I’ve not seen that on the tube before one more suitcase…

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Just watching

Young lad with the black hat another using an iPhone app, old lady reading ‘Womans Own’ an out of date copy if my eyes don’t deceive me, Indian girl sleeping and the door keeps on opening but we’re at ”Bank’ station so it’s a usual occurrence. Jumping the gap the man in the black hat…

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Lovebites in loughton

Same faces old men briefcases must be working early today. She’s still doing the crossword yesterday’s news feeding her answers reading the clues nothing changes. Baby in a carry cot not a lot of scope to wriggle but giggling anyway. The tube map’s the same I can name every station from Epping to Ealing feeling…

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Coyotes and cats eyes

She’s sat whistling unusual? but good little red in the face with a blue coat and hood. The big fellow with a moustache cigarette ash on his lapel is whistling as well. A musical start to the day hits me right in the heart, this is the way that we rock. Monday a shock to…

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Fiesta position

Few would argue that what we go through on a day to day basis to earn a crust is just short of scandalous and as near to ridiculous as makes no difference. I’m one if the few are few who’d say to you, ‘stop whining and start grinning’ It’s Thursday and no one can take…

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Wanstead flats

Here and there twenty minutes is where I write. Sitting tight or standing light on my feet listening to the beat of the rhyme. And time doesn’t care If you’re there It knows that you will be one day. In the underground torpedo I go where the lines go and the lines seem to lead…

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