Late Poem

This poem also from 1996 is about running late to meet a friend in a pub.

something I known for doing a lot back in those days - lol

A poem to reflect

How late I am?

A poem to reflect

How sorry I am?

I could blame it on the bus

I could blame on

Bumping into Mark Burgess

From the Chameleons

Which actually did happen

I could blame it on just

About any damn thing

And it would be true

Well, true to a degree

Well true in a way

Well, what way?

My way

Does it mean I am lying?

Me?

Lie?

Fib?

Well, anything’s possible

In my world

With mixed truths

Sketching out across broken dawns

And pieces of paper

Laying there for days afterwards.