lost in transit
one last beer in a dingy,sixties bar
thick smoke and thumping darts
and pointless conversation
at the ale soaked counter
wiped down and wiped again
wipe clean the past
my bed and bedding,my very being
thrown truckwards to the dumping ground
and one last walk past the bank and cafe
and the stinking street
where the poor souls dwell their lot away
till the parish bell
ring's time for them
on Terra Firma
and all the world goes dark and lonely
in that rattling bus with face against the pane
on the things i know
numbed pain on leaving
for lost in transit
in that rumbled,hundred miles
of churning fear
till i find myself in a dingy sixties bar
in a cold and silent city
where one last beer is not enough
as all my world dim's dark
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