Alley Cafe

June 6, 2011

After the Alley Cafe
we were sat by the canal
bemoaning the fact
that you can’t get a train,
past 11pm from Nottingham, to home.
We were sat by the canal,
watching a man with a bag and a bottle
sinking it down – and thinking of that poem
that perhaps I’d been reading
as our train had pulled off
to the waving of a man
with a signal and a whistle.
Oh well, we said
as we sat by the water
the breeze in the trees
and the leaves like the clubbers.
And we unpicked the evening
as the moon shone around.
That night in Nottingham
After the cafe
after the train
just the canal.

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