I seen hope in a train station
I seen it wink on the wet cold of the tracks I seen it smiling in slices of wheel I …
I seen it wink on the wet cold of the tracks I seen it smiling in slices of wheel I …
When I was a nipper I used to love to watch the rain rip across, along the car window as …
Five o’clock, the train slides past me endless, oiled and black like the thoughts of a leech I re-adjust in …