Last Train to London

Razzle dazzle city bright lights orange fizz glare

Sizzle drizzle runs like debt down my open collar

Slow go traffic on red stares back to catch my eye

My breath is taken on the wind carried streets ahead

It passes smokers that gather in doorways of beer light

Drains drown chilly chatter in rain running standstill street

What a pity the city has no heart just a concrete garden

The miss a beat centre of not in the middle ground Manchester

Double down and hurt me sleep lies scream dreaming in the rain

Beneath stained cardboard blankets splicing spice into oblivion

Hooded beneath a dark damp green anorak stolen from Asda

Piccadilly Lily fights with her cigarette lighter in five-inch heels

Crammed trams trundle bus to nearby railway clammer

Music sing songs down the escalator from the gin n’nasty bar

‘Last Train to London’

Platform seven