Nowhere to Be

Awaken Stretch and light a cheap smoke Purple sky this morning Silent suburbia

Houses in leafy rows

Old brickwork skeletal In the soft pale light

Five days showing on my chin Two day t-shirt Bathed in aftershave The car struggles to start again

Pulling hard down the back roads Fresh cigarette smoke swirls Sun gleaming through glass

Gaudy corner shop lighting And a bored clerk Two hours into her shift And already tired

Rolling papers, pain au chocolat, strong coffee “Four fifty please” Breakfast is served

Taking the long way back Sun Ra celebrating the new day Through the speakers (with slight crackle) Sometimes it’s a joy

To have nowhere to be