I sat on the beach yesterday
It was a day of kites
There was a prominent breeze
But the sun was strong and warm
Which diluted the coolness of the air
I was in my happy place make no error
Today I am no longer in a happy place
The skies are cold grey and I am on a train
It is my daily commute inland which I hate
I have already murdered many in my carriage
This happens every day same faces same suits
And then I return to my newspaper coffee calmed
This is a poem that Joe might have written
As he loves trains but hates commuting
A humble offering but please enjoy (or hate)
Josie