Friday, July 30, 2010

Cool Blue



This cat coils beneath a denim trilby.
The transport thunders oblivion bound (or perhaps as far as Hammersmith)
Slouched in black suit, doc crossed ankles casual, thumb-rings and designer glasses.
57 and he still calls the tune.
Surrounded by sheep in trainers and tees. Just another black man on the tube.
Convention can kiss his ass.

3 comments:

Harlequin said...

I may have to put that last line on my fridge.... after I change a pronoun.
very nice.

human being said...

so UNconventional! (i mean your write-up)... crow's favorite food!
:)


and just if we are patient enough to listen to him talking!!!

Pisces Iscariot said...

Harlequin: A slogan to live by :D

Human Being: I bet he talks like he looks ;]