I bought them in bulk to cheers and drink
With my mates from the states. My first adventure on my own
Through the streets of London,
where all the lights and things were
From a shop made for foreigners like me.
The banks of the Thames sprinkled with European couples
On one of their many holidays.
Overcast, with breakthroughs of light
Rain unannounced and gone before you run for cover,
That’s London for you.
Past the Tate Modern, munching on my broccoli and cheese pasty
Under the rows of trees there is a bench
And a lovely couple sat there,
Posing with one arm outstretched.
The belly of the Tower Bridge opens up to let the ship through.
Ships of goods, ships of money that won’t go to anyone who needs it.
The tube to Liverpool street in Old London
Where I meet you for a drink or two
At a hotel bar full of suits
Sparks flew and our nights turned into days
And back to Crawley we went
To your two bedroom apartment, with my flowers waiting for me
On the kitchen table.
– Shammy 7/29/12 5:26pm