Bus stop in the gentle rain,Waiting,Waiting.Old couple arguing about something, nipping at each other.Dressed like they are on a hill-walking expedition in monsoon season for the trip down to the bingo.Sharing a packet of Wotsits.The wet grass.Cars rolling by in the street,Turn up the volume,Ian Dury and the BlockheadsBurst through my headphones.And I’m traveling,Borneo,Bordeaux,Fantastique.Feet tapping,Moving,NearContinue reading “Bus Stop Boogie”
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Dominoes
Sitting on the bench, a cool Wednesday morning. Tony could hear the traffic from there. Up and down Dundonald Road, all day long, the world going about its business.Here he was, just like every other day.The smell of flowers and cut grass drifted on the air.Sandwiches wrapped in cling film beside him, next to hisContinue reading “Dominoes”
Midnight is Gone
Midnight. Midnight is gone. Deep into the heart of the night. Just speeding through the nighttime, past where the streetlights end. The road is quiet.Got to get home.Police cars burling past me down the dual carriageway. Lights flashing as I slow down a little.Stop at the petrol station and fill up. The lady behind theContinue reading “Midnight is Gone”
Tree
Sometimes it’s nice to be up before the world.Sitting at the back door till the daylight returns.Rain falling softly.Jason Isbell playing.Cup of tea in hand.The thing that always struck me about town, compared to the city,is a different kind of quiet.I swear my voice can travel for miles in this town.Like I can hear folkContinue reading “Tree”
The Old Piano
An Old PianoI found it in the street.Seems no one had time for music anymore.There was a catsleeping under the keys.I pushed it home,put it in the hall.The keys were worn,the wood faded.But when I pressed the keys,it poured out light:into the room,into my eyes,into my mind.I saw the ghostsof Saturday night.singing,dancing,pouring heartandsoulthrough the keys.AndContinue reading “The Old Piano”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 