Suddenly I'm a Janitor sweeping the detritus from the old Bus station waiting area floor. The smell of pine disinfectant and my tipless cigarette. My Shiny brylcreamed hair atop my sixty year old Boomers head,I finish up the ablutions and head to the Tavern on Boscombe street and drink some ale and a couple of Whiskey chasers then I walk home the mist glowing in the bluey sodium street lights. The Bittern locomotive races across the bridge sending a shower of red sparks from it's angry chimney.
Cet air a fait ma journée.
this is just beautiful! thank you for uploading!
Suddenly I'm a Janitor sweeping the detritus from the old Bus station waiting area floor.
The smell of pine disinfectant and my tipless cigarette.
My Shiny brylcreamed hair atop my sixty year old Boomers head,I finish up the ablutions and head to the Tavern on Boscombe street and drink some ale and a couple of Whiskey chasers then I walk home the mist glowing in the bluey sodium street lights.
The Bittern locomotive races across the bridge sending a shower of red sparks from it's angry chimney.