9am Sun At 11

I've changed the title of this to "8am Sun At 11" as after walking around gloomy London some more I decided 9am was just too lenient. The sun doesn't seem to get much more than a meter above the horizon in winter here. And it's not even actually winter yet!

So this was the original blog - read on...

After yesterday's rant you deserve a more concise entry. So here it is.


8am Sun At 11

The dull haze of 8am sun
At eleven
You'd think the day had just begun
Watch broken

It seems, this place is like none
Other known
Then heavy load laden you run
Drop your phone

Red bus route 73
Through Church Road
Newington and Cannonbury
Euro mode

The next stop is Islington Green
Alight here
For the Island Queen
And beer

And wine, and roasts, and cheese
Friendly cheer
Conversations that flow on with ease
Hold me near

Then return to your ragged road
Rattles, rough
And head on with your heavy load
Light enough