All Change

They jive into the station, sway and touch
their tickets through the gates while laughing, calling
Arms around each other stop them falling
hauling up the one who supped too much
But hey, it isn’t every day your mate
has such a top result to celebrate

A ride of twenty years or twenty minutes
Terminating station, platform bench
Balled within the ragged coat and stench
of what his body could not keep within it
Friends departed, told them he’d be fine
they changed their train and took another line

He didn’t want to go along this track
He wishes he’d got off some stop well back

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