feet beating the meter

early afternoon summer

sun hanging high there

looking on

walking along

I’d been to see an old honey

& her neighbour man

gave me a smoke as I left

& a mile later


I was standing

rooted to the ground

what was I doing

visiting her

wearing these old shoes

faded blue jeans

this t shirt print wearing off?

& the whys

soared to the sky

just what the fuck was I doing?

with me

my life ways of being

I kept walking

letting the pace wear this off

& before I knew where I was

five miles had gone

these old shoes were worthy

the t shirt was just a t shirt

& the faded blue jeans?

reflected in a shop window

showed me just who I was

an ordinary guy

shuffling along

feet beating the meter

to his own song

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