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