Anticipation crowds and rushes into my throat

All hope of meeting the one

Somewhere between here and there

As I casually watch the lights flash and blaze

From the backs of terrace houses

Crowded one upon another

In the half- light before the darkness soaks up

All that was

Before the train finally stops and I enter into the

City of cabs cars and shuttered shops

Passing past the restaurants and the bars

The gin palaces and the real ale taps

That all shout out their wares

Lit up in neon bright beautiful and full in the face

In broken beats and heartfelt pumping iron songs

Where long and lonely swathes of party goers ready

And willing to be seen to chat and scream to swear and sweat

To swill every drink, they can lay their hands on

Before they crawl and sway back to their caves

The dregs of nearly empty bottles

Cast of clothes, the nearly score draws

Of a thousand promises snoring and snoozing in the early hours

With dreams of the schmoozing scheming bright eyes signals and signs

That say let’s do it

Let’s celebrate the night until it is no more

Tattooed across their chests

And I go home into the weary bleary hours

Having been no more than witness

On that last train watching those others

The singles and the lovers

Fumbling and falling between

The cracks of yesterday and tomorrow

Watching the rising moon

And I’m back into my six by four room all too soon

Full of ifs and buts and maybe’s running through my head

Until I wake next morning

With a number in lipstick on my arm

And the sudden echoes of a bar a girl in red

A kiss I’ve got to catch the bus

All swimming through the slipstream of my head  

And call me soon

Before the sinking of the next new and heavy moon