Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Brighton stream of consciousness

A burrito eating barman
On a quiet Brighton street
Idly people watches
Tapping time with restless feet
Shop lights sparkle in the dusk
As hipsters pass him by
A single star far overhead
Looks down from darkening sky
The poet pauses,  drafts a line
Then heads on to his bed
While Brighton buzzes on and on
The writer rests his head

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