-- Still hiding behind
cigarette smoke
after all these years.
On the top deck,
the metallic
click in the back clack
of the throat.
--- shouldn't be drinking
on the way to work really
but who is going to stop me.
I'll get off at the stop
after the office
and sit in the park
awhile.
---- Birdsong
traffic hum
diesel fog
vodka fumes.
The Russell Square
Cabmen's shelter
---- one oasis amidst
the madness.
Before the inevitable.
-- revolving glass doors
cold design, hot desks.
I'm sure nobody suspects.
Staff protocols/free coffee.
------ Well, maybe they do
but if they do
they sure as hell don't care.
-- It seems like everyone
has got their own world
to worry about these days.
And I mean everyone...
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