Loud bleeping, cars wait,

Red lights, lowered gates, London

Train running late … WOOMPH!

Mind The Gap, old chap,

Cling to poles and straps and Poles

Stand clear of the doors!

Grace walks down the aisle,

Perfect make-up, perfect smile, a

Long train behind. “Snacks?”

King’s Cross. The Big Smoke.

Jim slowly woke, and peered at

All the southern folk.

Warm in bed she hears

The distant train, then drifts off

Back to sleep again.

Hush in the crush in

The rush hour train. The doors close,

Then they’re off again…..