(20 minute poetry)

She sits on the corner seat putting her make up on,
I wonder who she's going to meet.

Next seat but one a Jamaican with headphones on,
dreads hanging down past his waist.

Then a newspaper girl with a half tin of beer,
hoping that no one can see her.

A young kid
off to get rid of his energy not to mention his pocket money,
funny and not.

Two Asian men talking ******* about Khan,
but I don't understand them, them being Asian gentlemen which doesn't surprise me at all.

A group holding hockey sticks, dangerous objects
no one objects to them, well maybe the Asian gentlemen, but I wouldn't know about that.

And a guy in a football kit who looks like he had a bit
too much to drink
yesterday.

The lady with the black eyes is eying me
maybe she wonders what I'm writing,
I don't think I'll tell her
just in case her old fella
clobbers me as well.

This is the zoo track
going and coming back
feeding times by prior
arrangement.

How strange to feel estranged
when change is upon me.

I head off the crowds at the pass,
the hockey sticks
alas
take the lead.