On the London Underground tube,
will you still need me...
A young blonde woman
The mouth
of the grey bearded man
wrinkled a smile
as the carriage
became a wobbling
corridor of rocking chairs
when I'm 64...
a grey bearded man is playing
when I'm 64 on a banjo to a carriage
packed with eyes in Metro papers
and ears in headphones.
will you still need me...
A young blonde woman
is the only passenger to lift
her head, unplug her music
and sing Mcartney
will you still feed me...
The mouth
of the grey bearded man
wrinkled a smile
as the carriage
became a wobbling
corridor of rocking chairs
when I'm 64...
Ah I like this one, I seem to be reading a bunch of your poems at once through a feed reader and this one and the one about the busker have very much touched me.
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