Pink tights or they could be stockings,
here's to 'knocking on wood'

but it's all good or do as she says as
I ramble along with the ghosts of
my days.

There's a sign that reads ' assistance from staff'
I think that's the Central line having a laugh.

When underground,
Bethnal Green does not look green
It looks kind of dark except for the lights which only add colour to the cut of the nights I have seen.

Looming ahead is the dawn of the dead which some people call the
West End
I
'Mind the doors please'
as I unbuckle my knees from the
seat,
it's as if I'm the dearly departed, not
only delayed but not even started and they're writing me off.

Not nice versus nice and
that's not very nice when the show has to go
on the road.

now I've arrived
I think I survived
but you know
I can never be sure.