Fish and chips, sandpaper lips and a rainy pavement.. Soho lights, another night thinking of you.. Black cat, sat on a wall, winks at me darkly.. Suggesting ways and means that I might win a smile,.
Brings jasmine tea on a painted tray. and bends to kiss my frown away.. But I'm still still stuck in the August rain;. stuck out in the cloudburst once again..
Kilometers from nowhere on a scented avenue -. Lined with poppy girls.. I didn't stop, stop to say hello.. Curious vendors - waving bric-a-brac -. Looked me over -.
In the morning -- gonna get my things together.. Packing up and I'm leaving this place.. I don't believe you'll cry, there'll be a smile upon your face..