EVERYONE KEEPS WALKING:

The stickboy in bright Yellow trainers,
And Black glass eyes,
The tourists with their paper cups of precision coffee,
The woman in a tiny plastic jacket,
Linking arms with her man

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WAITING FOR YOU:

South of the river,
I a place I’ve never been,
Across the street,
Sat on cold paving,
A woman holds herself,
Sobbing

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THE HUSBAND OF THE CHISEL FACED WOMAN:

Forgot to shave,
An ex-raver,
Thinks he knows these streets like the back of his hand,
The boy he was still in his eyes

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THERE’S NO MORE ROOM:

But people keep pushing like there is,
A woman with a face like a chisel keeps wringing her hands,
A boy reads messages like a book of prayers,
Dressed in a comic book to keep himself warm

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WALKS WITH A SAXOPHONE:

Bald head,
Dressed in Black,
Says,

“Merry Christmas”

To no one

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IT SQUIRTS WATER IF YOU’RE WRONG:

Weaves through crowds with alarm on it’s face,
Wears a fur trimmed hood,
Doesn’t know where it’s going

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IT MAKES ME LAUGH:

How little you care,
Too busy on your mission

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NOW I’M STANDING ON A PLATFORM:

People stand in front of me,
Too close to be considerate,
I’m pressed against the wall

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NOW I’M ON A NEW TRAIN:
Doors open,It’s cold,I’m ready to leave,You send me pictures,Suggestions

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DOORS OPEN:

The President’s wife smiles at me in Blue and White,
Selling me her new book,
It’ll be a best seller,
It’s obvious

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