Slip from train platform
shoes were not wise
dip down eyes
Black, unpolished, worn.
Dressed this way because it's warm.
8 degrees they say.
Always running and running late,
sorry to have made you wait!
My feet are foreign to this place.
Dalston Saturday echos about
about self doubt
traces of repeat graffiti.
On a highstreet with more Ladbroke centres than broke
lads slope toward placid red palaces
nursing debt invested dreams under arm.
Dalston Saturdays mean keeping guarded gaze
If eyes don't meet
we do not greet
you cease to exist
missed that mate um yeah sorry not today I'm late. Sorry.
More time apologising than hearing what he had to say.
Good luck for your questionnaire?
Saturday market weaving and weaved hair
crowded too close recalling I chose to be here
hearing the same fruit guy deliver his sermon to everyone/no one.
not long to go
till Dalston Saturdays stretch
to within my reach.