The old woman took off her blouse
To wrap around her head
To fight off the beating sun
It was way too hot
The day the rotund girl with red cheeks
Rocked her infant sucking milk
From a dirty bottle
It was hard to tell her age
As her cheeks hid her features
She could have been pretty in another life
In society’s eyes
But the misery shown on her face
Told tales of tears at bed time
A drunken one night stand
And parents that fed her up too much
When she was a mere infant herself.
From the window of another bus
Pretending to do what I should do
But sunshine and forgetfulness
Make it way too easy to gaze
Out of these bus windows
And watch the world drift along.
A red postman’s cart tied to a lamppost
While its driver sucks on a beer
In a gloomy smokeless bar
The bakery is empty, but Greggs is packed
Urban trees trying to be green
Chinese take-aways open for business
Pawn broker screams a canary yellow facia
Fat dads walk even fatter kids
And the girl at the bus stop starts to cry.
And I’ll never know why.