Journey Home (From Hornsey Town Hall) written in 2015. / by Simon Jones

I enter through the electric doors

As they open too slow I can't wait

Pushing impatiently through to the beep

I take my seat and wait for the pull

Taking off in slow momentum down the line

I turn my body and through the black

The grey Elephant looms and disappears

In the carriage light

And Tuncston throbs from left to right

But mostly black

Or rather the outside dark

The window becomes mirror

Opening a world of people either side

Nosing into our secret lives loud in whisper

And throb are the lights

And every voice discourse adds chords to the chorus

Our coughing train time choir

And somewhere distant: sparks shatter night

for a moment the world reworked

from darkness we resound