Tenner An Hour

‘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.


Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2017

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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