there’s more underneath than above…
Yes i’m back like Arnie
Sitting next to suited man eating his sarnie
The tube rocks this way and that
As the painted lady opposite loses her ascot style hat
The reader person buries their head in a book
The nervous tube rider doesn’t know where to look
The drooling old man, slides on to the shoulder of the women next door
Her perfume turns him on more and more
The hi-vis jacket looks on talking to his mate
Ready to hit the sites on time – cannot afford to be late
The college student check their mobile phone
Typing frantically, totally engaged, always ‘in the zone’
The tourists enter looking for a way out
London’s an easy city to navigate – that i have no doubt
There’s usually a helper, just be careful who you ask
Your choice may leave you having to wear a mask
Yes a mask to hide your false indignation
You play like you don’t understand, as you’re from another nation
Those riders exist in every corner of our travelling sphere
A sharp hard looking face that they want us all to fear
Never mind, the smiling riders operate with consummate glee
Replacing the misery guts, they don’t charge a fee
The busy, hectic rider checks their watch looking fraught
The smiling group can’t help them out, there are other battles to be fought
The relaxed rider, does this every day, sitting all smug and composed
So often in fact they can miss their stop, as they’ve had their eyes closed
Not so for the city man or woman, in their suit, tie, or skirt
When the tube reaches bank or moorgate, they are always ready and alert
The wandering eye man, circumvents the direct stare
The college female students better watch out, better beware
The opportunist take their chance to stay close
What they do afterwards I can only call verbose
So my journey observations leave me all mixed up inside
What I truly want to tell you, i’m afraid from you all i’ll have to hide
When my next travelling adventure beckons i do not know when
I hope and trust you won’t mind hearing from me again.
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