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Tuesday morning back to work

No coffee on the train;

The sun still shines, the wind is cold,

But cannot stir my brain

Which rests somewhere beside the sea

Or near St John's, Smith Square,

Basking in the Easter heat-

Anywhere but here.

There are not many on the train,

Some phones have started ringing;

Yet when we get to Tunbridge Wells

Most round me are snoozing.

The underground at Canon Street

Is closed in all directions

So I must walk to Monumnet

Thus missing my connection

To Wickford, but at least this train

Is running after Easter;

Be thankful for small mercies, sir,

It's not quite a disaster.

Brian Hick April 2011

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