Met Line Poem by Tom Seymour

Met Line

Rating: 5.0


Catch a suit in a baby blue eye
Business lies and commuter ties
You done this ride that many times
But you ain’t blind to me brother

My mouth closes on a half mock smile
We both know, we’ve compiled our profile
We run on different lines
He be starting and I just finished mine

I feel my sweat play and crawl
Its sweet mate, but sour an’ all
Hope you take it all the way to the city
And share it out with every body

Double-glazed from time and gravity
Filed into a sometime mercenary
We come, we go, we reside in the far away
We copy and paste the everyday

Judder and clack chatter and feedback
Cut and rumble on tracks as sparks live
and die, scatter and defy the sky

Think of Blake and distill the Blues
Feint and move with nothing to lose
Stretching away in this river of tubes

Eyes prized open in Amersham
Empty seats in a ghost station
Slip the case and trundle back
With a sunflower, a silent contract

And a kiss for Grandma
Map of lines so kind
She’d stayed up to worry

July 09 Underground, London

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ian Bowen 20 August 2009

Tom, I was in Amersham yesterday...must have been you I saw getting off of the train. Loved the way you bounced this along to the sound of a train.10/10 Regards, Ian

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