He cried all the way from Glasgow
To Cornwall
Even at the interchanges
He was a twenty three year old
Hangover in the day
But in the nights he was good
He made electronic music
Stuff with blips and keyboards
And a tube stuck in his mouth
Like a bird half way through
Swallowing a worm
I could not understand it
But many people got the trick
And he was interesting to watch
But we were in the day &
I could not stand him this day
Both of us were hungover, him
Doubly so.
We were about to get on the train
Connecting us to Padstow
And he sighed and did that double inhalation
Thing that people do when
They’ve been crying for a while
His backpack became stuck in the big plastic doors
And he wiggled himself out
And the backpack fell off onto the platform
I have never had such a great belly laugh since.
