Revellers and tourists combined.
The market is heaving.
Last trains are leaving.
An eclectic mix to broaden the mind.
The place is pretty quiet.
Pubs have closed.
Clubs.... God knows.
The tourists have frozen their riot.
A drunkard stumbles by.
Flood lit shops.
A rickshaw stops.
The backdrop against a reddish
Blokes lurk down Langley street.
The glint of a blade.
A blur in the shade.
Lava tip of cigarette falls to a strangers feet.
Commuters emerge from underground stations.
Pick pockets attracted like gravitation.
Spent a night shift at Covent Garden in London people watching.
— The End —