It’s very hot and I’m sat in the shade with my back against the wall just watching people and drinking my bottled water. Spanning the view locals get on with their business whilst tourists eat ice-creams. The two worlds seem to tolerate each other but seldom collide.
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.
The hustle of the cafe and smells of coffee and food being prepared, the noise of street life penetrates through the open windows. searching for seats and amongst this background, people find time to contemplate and pause for thought.
To late…much to to late.
Irregular Frequencies 