Their faces look down upon screens

as the 53 rattles to the touch

of two fingers of my right hand,

keeping tune with the song

rolling round my mind,

late night bus home, a few

stare my way and I allow the curl

of a semi smile to come to my aid,

lips spread wide and the fingers hit out

at the rhythm at hand,

it could be anything,

it might have been a local star

of beautiful seduction,

perhaps Thom Morecroft or dear sweet