The empty screeching late night tube train collides through its tunnels with ear piercing velocity.  The empty seats until the lonely musician gets on board for his journey. Another thankless gig no doubt, playing to a half caring audiences unaware of the struggles and the rip-off venues. He looks despondent, but no doubt tomorrow he will continue his search for his personal Babylon.

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