Planes, Trains, and Soccer Games
Last day in London Town
I left my home by the sea, left Mendocino County, to write songs on the streets of London, but the streets know nothing of me
The nights are warm and muggy in the Covent Garden of old, it’s street performers juggling, believing streets are paved with gold
The sunny days are here again, time for another beer, it’s funny how much I’ve missed the rain, it’s a sound I love to hear
Before I leave there’s a soccer game played at White Hart Lane, Spurs are at home to Sheffield United, I’m sure it will be quite a game
I’m seeing it with my wife and son, we’ll have a beer and a pie, go in and watch the game, it should be fun but if we lose, you’ll see why grown men cry
I’m going home, I’m going home, tomorrow on the plane, where the leaves are falling, the wind is calling, and moving the weather vane
I’ll miss you London Transport, the rattling of your tube trains, you’ve taken me safely everywhere, despite trade union claims
I’ll take a black cab to Heathrow, pay a ridiculous fee, but I can trust them to be here, not Uber, ‘cos I’m leaving in the morning at three
It’s been a difficult week, bankers are never fun, they talk about due diligence, they say they can never be sure, they think I’m a man on the run
Writing for Medium on an iPhone, while rattling along on a train, isn’t much fun, but it can be done, as from Medium I cannot refrain
