Wednesday kicks of with a song and the drunk who started it gets me
to sing along.

It doesn't surprise me down on the Jubilee
why would it?

Contactless payments,
touch in with your card, but don't touch your fellow commuters,
it's personal space so
get outa my face which is
difficult when it's jam packed.


And it's just getting light on a grey day
a day when there's not much to say day.

The accent or essence of intent
is missing
I think it's a portent

Seventeen red shoes I have counted,
he thinks
Long John must be on this train
maybe he's
taking the Jubilee to sail the Caribbean Sea
but
I don't think it goes that far.


Only and if.

the worms are out of control
as they roll up their joints
between stations
the underground windows
are shadows
I bet ' Pass'
because I'm on a roll.

On overdrive now
under
Green Park
and it's as dark as it can be
here on the Jubilee
I think that's a portent too.