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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

3 Responses to “Commuting”

  1. cliff Says:

    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.

  2. Pete Says:

    Meh, I’ve never let the truth get in the way of a good rhyme. Besides, it helps to throw stalkers off the scent.

  3. Ed R Says:

    I’d move if I were you.

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