by 2725dlEnnis, Clare, Clare, Ireland
Jun 2013 536 Views 0 comments
No Smoking.
The hand's fidget,
Of those who smoke.
Thumbs twiddling,
Pressure,
Time.
Awaiting destinations.
A bald tattooed man,
With his mobile phone in hand.
Spits into the bin.
Peering round,
He looks to see,
Who has just caught him.
And across the bin,
A sign say's,
( NO SMOKING IN THE BUS STATION ).
17/06/13.
Of those who smoke.
Thumbs twiddling,
Pressure,
Time.
Awaiting destinations.
A bald tattooed man,
With his mobile phone in hand.
Spits into the bin.
Peering round,
He looks to see,
Who has just caught him.
And across the bin,
A sign say's,
( NO SMOKING IN THE BUS STATION ).
17/06/13.
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Posted: Jun 2013
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Waiting in the bus station.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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