A troubadour seeking Abby Road

Strolling with his dog Marshall

Scarlet Shoes, ruby holster

Bus pauses, traffic stops

Stories and secrets housed within six strings

The calm before the storm

Solitude before the chaos

The writing on the wall

Flashbacks of decades gone flutter past Zebra Crossing

Seeking the home of the loud

Touching lives of strangers in ways unknown

A pocketful or crumpled ****

It’s the destination not the journey

Sideway glance….all eyes on me

My swagger makes them stagger like a pub crawl

Bought my confidence in a second hand shop

But I’m trying not to fall in these shoes

Watchful eyes stare at him from the top of the bus