(one...last...time)
Last train home
I've got to be on it
Edinburgh is closed to me
All fog and chill and humidity
A rail squared, speed undetermined
As the lights dimming
As the lights between Bishopbriggs
And Falkirk High fade against
These tinted windows that frame-
Glasgow approaching and Croy
A whisper of luminescence along
A sea of hedgerows and inebriated brethren as
Queen Street calls, that long walk home
Along Sauchiehall, past pubs and princesses,
Pretty baubles from window shops,
Lifeless objects to Charing Cross look
Me in the eye, a little further on and
The red ringed Kelvingrove, monolithic,
Rugged sandstone and parapet's by four
Greet me between the tenement flats
I'm nearly home and winters wicked grip
Is whistling me a lullaby, here late at nite
When no one moves in pre-dawn light
A dawn that never comes, as the sun
Succumbs to a tilted persecutive at this
Latitude and my longitude corrected
An empty bed waits for me, one flight up
And then I flee to my dreams
For one last time, in Glasgow....
I cannae hear the ocean
Nor the Scotsman's brae
Nor Ibrox' roar
On an Old Firm Saturday...
Lucy
Jan A.P. Kaczmarek/Finding Neverland 'Neverland (Piano Variation In Blue)'
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