Monday

 

Loud bleeping, cars wait,

Red lights, lowered gates, London

Train running late … WOOMPH!

 

Tuesday

 

Mind The Gap, old chap,

Cling to poles and straps and Poles

Stand clear of the doors!

Wednesday

 

Grace walks down the aisle,

Perfect make-up, perfect smile, a

Long train behind. “Snacks?”

 

Thursday

 

King’s Cross. The Big Smoke.

Jim slowly woke, and peered at

All the southern folk.

Friday

 

Warm in bed she hears

The distant train, then drifts off

Back to sleep again.