Walking through the station.
All human life is here.
Someone is playing piano.
Drawing a crowd.
Keep moving.
Gordon street,
Summer light.
People everywhere.
Music playing across the road.
Couple arguing on the corner.
Making my way through the crowd.
Light of the living.
Am I just getting older?
Time without reason.
Or purpose.
But the days that rust
Haven’t got me yet.
The lonely spot,
where you watched them walk away
is history.
Music playing from a basement bar.
Full band busking on Sauchiehall street.
Meeting some friends,
Going to the show.
Band counts it off.
The days that rust
Can fuck off.
Let’s light it up.
(c) Paul Andrew Sneddon
