If even smells cold
a bit like ice cream smells
on a sunny day.

Winter should be
a place far away and
we
shouldn't have to put
up with this.

Jack Frost says it in
Icicles
and it's written on the
window panes
well
he can kiss my crystal *****.

Inside the tube it smells of
desperation and Cologne
no one speaking German
though.

Not much to do except get
through this day
so I go on my way
as usual.

She's rubbing her hands
I don't think it's in glee
and he looks colder than me
and older by far.

Plenty of snuffles and sniffs
it still whiffs of cologne
and no Germans
perhaps they're at home
where I should be
( my home and not a home in cologne)


And the tube's slow today
I'm wondering
if the driver's forgotten the way.

nothing's easy when you're in the dark.

Almost there at
Soho Square
where a warming glow
from a house that I know
greets me.