The Lonely Days Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

lonely days
He came home early
Switched on the news
Which was read by a man
Who fell several times, over his own words
There was only one channel.
After the news a lady played guitar
End of evening TV.
He took his bike out of the shed
And cycled to the nearest pub
There was only 3 of them in the town
And they closed at eleven.
Cycling home was difficult so
He pushed the bike uphill.
Since his wife had left, the flat
It reeked on loneliness
He fell asleep on an old chair in the shed.