Coming Back Poem by Frank Bana

I returned to heaven
Walking down to Finchley C
Took the overground train
On a golden springtime day

I came back to Highgate
Tablet and Ribena in hand
The stations of the immigrants
My Crimean fathers' land

I am back in heaven
With my breakfast cafe song
The flavours of this paradise
Accents of the English tongue

Purposefulness in breathing
On the Piccadilly Line
Under golden springtime sky
Lifts my journey high

Touching the finger of a friend
With the blue heat of my flame
Don't do me wrong this time
I came back to you again.