Fall asleep at Euston Station
A package that knows its place.
Dream a little dream
Before being poked and made to leave
You understand
It’s the usual thing.
Walk up to Tottenham Court Road
Staring at the buildings.
It bustles with rockers rocking
And drunks looking for food.
Charing X Road
A magical stretch
A few shouts, a few laughs,
A few people not quite themselves.
Trafalgar Square
You stare at the plinth
A shining example of power.
The neon makes you tired
Eyes close gently
Shaken awake
Shaken awake!
Confusion, stumble onwards,
The roads
The people
The night.