Intercity 125

(Leaf 51) – Looking Back

 

I’ve never been a fan of commuting. Who is? – I used to think of it it as “like being shat daily through the bowels of the devil.” Commuting in Tokyo is a whole different beast to commuting in London. In the UK the trains always seem to be delayed or broken, and every weekend is disrupted by “engineering works” which are perennially trying to prop up a system which seems to be groaning on its Victorian foundations. For a while, back in 2003, I lived outside London and used to travel in every morning (and back out in the evening) on what was known as the Midland Mainline. This poem was the result of observing my fellow passengers each morning waiting for the doors to unlock once the train had arrived at the platform. Oh, the rising intensity of that moment! – It always made me smile. There’s no better way to begin your working day than with a dose of disgruntlement!

 

 

INTERCITY 125

 

Waiting for the yellow light,

watching the commuters’

  frustration

– the guard.

 

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