Commuting
Planes touch down beyond my shoulder,
Time stands still but I get older
Sun comes up but it gets colder
I’m heading into work
Six lane din and rolling west
On the screen from off my chest
I take care but not requests
I’m heading to work
Girders, glass and metal piping
Music, shades, self-conscious typing
One more post and all self-hyping
I’m heading in to work
July 4th, 2006 at 2:01 pm
Which is all very well, but 6 hours after I published this I realised I travel EAST on my way to work. I am a fucking idiot!
And I can’t take it out because it’s a rhyming word (technical poet term there)!
I could change it to “Coming home from work” but that would have a totally different feel. I bet this never happened to Betjeman.
July 4th, 2006 at 3:40 pm
Meh, I’ve never let the truth get in the way of a good rhyme. Besides, it helps to throw stalkers off the scent.
July 4th, 2006 at 4:06 pm
I’d move if I were you.