London Calling

by onthebus2002

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-10-17 01:02:00

Parent message is 529899
You know,
once youve tasted that thick air
and made aqquaintence with the broken heeled clip clapping
four A.M’s, waiting on night buses,
drunken, happy strangers, who dont mind not knowing your name
cos its all part of the game,
and were one and the same,
this midnight feast
of cobble stone streets,
remembers you dearly.
Your never the same
when youve been and gone,
London’s song has you entwined through the throng
I hear you mentioned as I step of the tube
fabric is cool, you shoulda tried ministry
angels and hep cats
grinding work worries down to the floor
to be troddon on like a B and H butt.
Step out sunshine, did you hear the city chimes?
reminding you its time….to forget,
yet , you take it with you…
i read it in your verse,
once youve tasted london
its like a honeysuckle curse
only gets better,
with the freaks in the colours
showing you smiles,
and empty miles
you might fly on by,
but i hear london calling,
in its ancient cry,
your name, our game
hurry back
he beckons
with much left unsaid.

Haze