‘nother Day In London Town

‘nother day in London Town
them giggling girls walk arm in arm
to music driftin’, revvin’ cars,
weary workers prop up bars
‘nother busker doffs his cap
to mannequins, designer wrapped
all pushin’ ever round and round

‘nother tube in London Town
them blank expressions hit the wall
dead eyes that never meet at all
an’ bodies touchin’ in a crowd
Sunday freedom gone for now
so feed the holy mortgage cow
lick the boots an’ pat the hound

‘nother street in London Town
an’ corner cliques decipher notes
with nods and grins on diamond teeth
a proffered hand, a ‘gimme bro’
a laugh, a shout, a high, a low
a secret scrum, a glance around
‘nother deal is goin’ down


‘nother night in London Town
them mates down chasers in a row
an’ cleavages begin to show
in spangled tops and plungin’ bras
all duplicated bar on bar
an’ dreams line up in lavatories
for have-it-alls an’ wannabes
late night banter in the street
voices raised above the heat
blade appearin’, sinkin’ deep
cries above the city-sleep
distant voices, pressin’ crowd
‘nother day in London Town