big town blues (xviii)
after the funeral
st. pancras
that greater arch
black locos
steaming
still
raincoated man
grey
vital
bounded up
“hello
how are you?”
grey light
day light
the uncle
from king’s cross country
three minutes
ran out
hesitation
ran out
excuses
ran out
black
ran out
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big town blues (xviii)
had a bad night
contained by the wrong
jus de wu
cold air in wet hair
mild hurt
come out into the cold sun
a large room
after the funeral
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