Inner city limits.


I did get on the bus
no fuss
eschewed the tube
and
got the bus.

No point being early today
even if I was there'd be no
one there
anyway
the
caretaker's got the day
off and not taking care
of anyone,

but it's Friday
and why you may ask
does that make a difference?
all I know
is that as days go
Friday's are one of the best.

Standing room
and on tte
lower deck thoughts
drift silently in the quiet
faces of passengers.

Passing the Boorh memorial
a man of god dressed in
sartorial elegance,

Whitechapel
smells of ether and rain.

The Royal London
looks regal
a
palace for tte sick.


Into the city
past Aldgate East
no one at home
but
at least
the lights are on
and now this bus is jammed
spread so thickly with people
that drip like thick treacle
down the aisle,
in a while I beleive
they'll leave
they always do.

On through the Bank
and down to
St. Paul's,
behind me
a solitary
muezzin calls
the
faithful to prayer.

I'm getting there
albeit
slowly
but
the getting is part
of the process
and progression is
just a bonus.