THE LONG ROAD TO EUSTON

i
was
flung 
undone
into a piss-alley valley 
of 
steel and glass
and
small dark parks
and
i smelt the danger
plainer and stronger
than the oil stink
of
the
chip shop wind
blowing on meat wagons
and
danger-stranger cabs
and
the 
bottle shops teemed with tension 
box fresh trainers
take-away boys
and
steamed henchman
and
i only wanted scotch
in 
a
late night pre fight high street
reaching
chuck-out o clock
at
the 
graffiti stops
of
worn red stools
and
tall cocktail fools 
and 
old ale drinkers swore at their angry dogs
and
i
was
drunk but thirsty
holding tight ready money
hot
flushed
and
sweaty
flung
undone
in
a
bottle shop almost closing
on
the long road to Euston

from timeout