There goes the 9:37
From Revesby
Out to the North Sea
There on this blue sky
Cold and frosty morning
Where life is indeed awash
Open the back curtains
Turn off the lights
Be at one with one
You have read the social media
But not yet blamed the news
As you put your day in context
Here you sit
Listening to Radio Three
Talking about the Franco-Flemish composers
Which in all honesty
Means next to nothing to you
Except today it is a mark in the sand
As is the fact
That you promised to tidy your room
Oh but that can happen later, can’t it
