Friday 25th April

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DIFFERENT TRAINS:
 
Signed New paintings shipping out to Hong Kong for Art Basel 
with the Jacobson Gallery on the way to another rendezvous with 
music. The early and the late train carry silent passengers,
don’t give away lyrics for free. Lap tops popped, heads bowed 
into spreadsheets, wires in the ears, distant expressions, 
dining on high priced wraps & juices. I feel the need to get 
in the car & drive, hear the road beneath me, radio surfing. 
go off piste, jam on a different groove, follow a random map. 
Back on the train, I look forward to every day, the company, 
the challenges, the music. Sparking off ideas and continually 
moving forward. 
I’ve grown used to the silence of my fellow passengers, 
it gives me time to read & think. The lady in the italian cafe 
smiles every day when I call in for the morning pastries, 
80’s pop music in the background as the tourists gather outside 
pointing at all her delights. I slip out onto the street with a 
hot paper bag & a pocketful of stories. 
 
(K)

3 thoughts on “Friday 25th April

  1. Long time daily reader, but virgin commentor. Love to read the abstract scribbles in your diary every morning before my own daily journey begins. Your written expressions fill my mind with thoughts of your life’s journeys and how you absorb the world into thought and words. Being halfway around the world my mind absorbs it’s own expression, but not so well written into thought. Today’s entry was special to me.
    I thank you for sharing your writing and music with everyone, but especially me.

  2. Good to see that some people can keep this world sane 🙂

    Last time I sat on a late night train it was only me and a lunatic. He had unwashed clothes, genuine dirty dreadlocks, unclear hazy eyes and he told me he is going to eat my soul but he said I shouldn´t be afraid because he would only take a little bite. It was in june 2011.

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