Poetry by Jeff Green



by cricketjeff on November 19, 2007.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Monday morning, what a pain!
Time to earn a crust again.
Stop at cash point, get some money
Monthly season, that’s not funny!
Top up Oyster, off to station
Just in time for transportation.
Major shock! There’s still a seat.
And I’ve a crossword to complete.
Last words entered, Euston looms,
Now I must face the traffic fumes.
Leave the concourse midst a throng.
Reluctant workers charge along.
Past bus stops, their queues frustrated
Past many hoardings, overstated.
Hope to see familiar faces,
Heading past familiar places.
Corners to turn and roads to cross,
Stairs to climb and greet the boss.
Then the working week has started,
The weekend’s peace too soon departed.
Five more days of this refrain,
Then Saturday is here again!