Captive

Held against my will on a tube train stuck at Tower Hill ( it’s actually West Ham )
waiting for a signal, but I always am.

Phone TFL.Gov love
says
the lady next to me

calls are not free
says I.

There’s a limit to the limitless,
that which they don’t want you to know
and my patience is not endless
this train had better go.

And there’s a smell in here
of garlic and of fear
the vamps are roaming free,
Monday
on the Jubilee.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.