London:

City lights gleam like neons
on the cold wet stones
of the pavement below my feet
finding myself walking
in the rain
thoughts of you thoughts of me
as I pass by the glares
of fast food diners
long closed to the night dwellers
garbage trucks do the rounds
collecting the city's refuse
undetected unnoticed
whilst sleeping tramps snore
upon a bench
here and there
scattered through out suburbia
walking on down the street
I notice from the shadows
past my feet slinks a cat
on his way to meet a friend
or feed on the city's left overs
the cold embraces my bones
and I clutch the collar tighter
of my favourite winter coat
cars and bikes left long ago
the streets to the ghosts
of a bygone life
reaching steep steps
I grasp the rail and walk down
to a film of as if ink
lights glitter on the surface
from the bridges and banks
I stand by the river
watching listening
as waves lap against the shore
from passing night travellers
who partied the evening away
now tired and surely
en-route home to warm beds
the only glow that of a street lamp
shining a golden misty beam
upon a wet seat
were drew upon I do
thinking feeling nothing
but breathing the air
of a different time
and slowly I drift away
to were I am home
safe and sound
and creature comforts
sit in places designed
as the fire coals glow
shedding their warmth
upon my body so
and tea swirls its vapours
feeling my head with sweetness
I am awoken with a jolt
to find a policeman stood afore me so
excuse me sir but I'm afraid you cant sleep there
move along take yourself home
your catch a cold
with a nod and a smile
I stand and bid him goodnight
and slowly make my way home
without mentioning ever
to the officer
this is but my home

~X~