Sunshine crystalising on windows
The band playing loveless hymns of past relationships
Beating from worn shoes rock the stage
Vibrations creating lament
Blind men can see
Please don’t pass me by
Acclimatising, heroes tale
The angel disappeared into the night
Bus rolls, the horn rang
Walking home
A pint of stale
Over rugged brick and slate, from the train below the bridge
Smell and taste of cigarettes ruminated the air