‘Tisn’t bad, for
a tenner an hour,
to take the 87, for
a morning run, for
a couple of hours and
a couple of passengers, for
a break from routine, a drive to the town.
The money’s not bad, if you’re on the way out
From a life on the go … a pilot’s career …
From a lungful of particles; screams gathered in from foreign conflicts
and silenced.
‘Tisn’t bad,
For a morning run.
Just a couple of passengers.
A couple of ladies.
Quiet. Friendly.
Peaceful.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2017
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