In the still night
I surface
From the dreamy depths;
There is a diesel drone
That plays upon my brain:
A taxi from the town
Bringing home
A small-time punter,
Elegant even at this hour;
Punch drunk from winning
At the races today.
In town tonight
Winners and losers were alright.
Heels in the hall,
A sound so safe:
A welcome noise in the night.
As she beelines to her bed
Her taxi turns and fades away.
Matt...... '...elegant even at this hour....' I can picture it. Thanks. Martin
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Amazing abstraction …subconscious flowething like rills rivulets Am I awake type feeling Sir? 10 Ms Nivedita UK