Of a kind drafted in beach huts
Where a cooler breeze might
Steal the heat of this moment
The heat of this ever so slightly
Overdone mind & body
Standing beside the railway tracks
As if, now again, back
In that workers boarding house
Deep in the suburbs of Plymouth
Or the B&B up on the Somerset levels
Where, into that faraway place
The roll and rattle faded to nought
Tonight it is as if the twenty-one
Thousand days and nights
Were also as good as gone
