Old trains

I way preferred the old trains
Where you could open the doors whenever
Watch em swing bang pulling into Victoria.
Fuck in the toilets
Stick ya head out the window
Through the bars
Into the path of oncoming trains
The only way to stay awake
Drunk coming home.
Nose so close to that thundering blur
Knowing what if someone like me just opened the door.
Sit in the guards compartment
Peace from the pencil necks.
Sipping my Stella
Fresh from the smokey buffet car of the London to Brighton.
The old first class
That I would pull apart.
Bulbs out the window.
Just for a laugh
How long ago
Late 80’s I guess
I dunno.
I way preferred the old trains.