A pint at Teagues
Joking about public transport
This is no greyhound to Pittsburgh
But what’s so bad about that?
Every city in the world has longing and suffering and pain
There’s a lady collecting can rings for cancer research
You met me tonight but did I meet you?
We are all fragile traffic
Moving from one place to the next with no clear destination
Clicked straight back into the groove our chatter passes all understanding
Transcends any meaning other than love
Yawning yamaha jacket on my left
Cheap chicken take away on my right
Glad to make the effort because otherwise what’s the point
We are all fragile traffic moving from one place to the next with no clear destination
The megarider will take you to all the corners of Gloucester
Oh the stabbings, rape and heroin
The filth, guilt and boredom
The smell of wet decay like no other, unique and distinct to this shitty city
Look up though, just do it once
The view is magnificent
Tumbling hills, broken frozen beauty
Birds take sun draped crimson flight
We are all fragile traffic moving from one place to the next with no clear destination
Copyright John de Gruyther 2016
The World Outside the Window 
“The filth, guilt and boredom and the smell of wet decay” well this could have been about Chicago. Still the way the sun rises over the lake and settles fog over the buildings is one of the most beautiful sights.
I had to read this twice, so much here.
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Thanks so much, what a lovely comment.. Yes I wanted to conjure up a picture of any big city and contrast it with the beauty you can find if you remember to look up.. This is specifically about Gloucester in the UK but I wanted to use an American voice…
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