Ale Trail

Ale Trail

ale trail low dip rooftops
sink a little more in the sun,
the spun wooden beam bending arches
hold up pint tables and wine tasting couples,
but not this bunch on the train.

the lost lotus tattooed man,
symbols on his forearm,
is a military man with charity bands
around his wrists. His partner's summer jump suit
lumps on the floor of the carriage, chewing gum clad
and muckied with dandruff mud from the soles
of old souls; flakes of turf a carpet for her hem.

at the back, and keeping quiet,
are the nicotine teens tucking into another
nicorette, a trendy alternative to the Wrigley's
we all remember.

the ale trail low dip rooftops sink a little more in the sun
as the train ploughs on a little quicker than timetabled.