The wake, the call and the invitation.
The black shirt, the shorts and the fish necklace.
The light blue sky, the jog to station.
The journey, Caruso down the headset; ah the bliss…
The reflection by the baggage compartment, those chest.
The call from Amigo leading to the thought about tomorrow.
The walk in the shop and the slow cooking of Paella.
Picture the sun shinning on my skin.
Two ladies at the far side and the waiter who has no idea about the metal stand.
Double Thornton’s ice-cream 2.50 with a cone, chocolate and vanilla please!
The Chinese at the fish monger welcomes his last customers, walking away with 20pounds worth.
Pebble beach, pebbles, pebbles, throw them back to the sea. Bounce pebbles, bounce like you never did.
Hungarians on the train, a hunter he is. Something like the Enfield so he said but thinks the arrow and bow is fair!
Petro at the station, confusion. Hey mum & dad.
Let me hold the bag with just my right hand, let us take a walk back.
Who said? Are you sure? The lonely soul. I will pray, never be sad.
But wow! Sweet sweet Mr prawn. Oh, you ARE sweet like sweetcorn.
Mend the broken string? Does it matter? Nothing ever, Street fighter!
Sweat, the sweat, the WHAT in the shower?
Yes, the WHAT in the shower.
A strangely eventful day comes to the end?
Oh my, it only gets better!
The End.