As tired as I am…want to carry on transcribing. Maybe three more poems, then I’ll get some rest…knackered. Wonder what slow coach is about…(small talk probably…seems to be occasional pastime of my younger self. 

Grey…lonesome walks

Long drives

The suppressed drive

To hurry home to dinner

Tired feet; tired minds

Welcome lights of evening

Another day at work is gone

Homeward with a suppressed rush 

The meal awaiting is cold comfort

If the bus arrives too late

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Yeah…remember waiting hours…(well at least half an hour) for the bus home…my 1994 ‘self’ was very impatient…(so am I…to an extent, at least I can manage my time more effectively …I wish)