new town

I was new in town

putting money down on a new place to stay

thought I’d check out an employment agency

to help pay the way turned up filled in the forms

with the crappy biro they gave me

putting in my degree post grad bits’n’pieces

they looked those over with boredom

got you something tomorrow morning

place needs a hand you in?

I turned up early to the address given

place that made granite tops for kitchens

dust & slurry everywhere skilled workers sat in chairs

suggesting I lift the stone from that place there

to the back of that truck over there

& they watched as I looked around

hoping for a trolley lift nowhere to be found

they laughed got their asses out of chairs

directed their new boys to lend a hand

at the end of that day dusty & tired

walked the long way back to the agency

I guess I was hoping for something

in an office sorting papers files?

& the smiles I got back were nothing

like the ones from the granite workers

sat in their chairs

whence you came

There is always more than one way out

turn your life around

you can always go full circle

go back from whence you came

sure there may be a sense of defeat

hints of shame or failure so I’m told

a learning to be gained from about

or a sidestep to pick up let rip

with the money on a train bus

go missing leave your phone laptop

take flight fright in the night run

new town new life fresh wife love


you can send me photos from your phone

of your piles of money

rag eared thousands in cash

your grinning drug running buds

stacks of full baggies plain view

& we can wait for the po po

to kick in your door

stop you in your car or street

& hey presto

your new life will arrive

new threads new friends


watch out for nomads

loneliness has a stink

that’s the way

it seemed to me

walking the streets of a new town

trying to find a place to be

faces turned away

not like a new kid

in a new school

everybody wanting a piece

hear the new kid story

somebody who’d broke free

adults have the warning built in

beware of strangers

don’t take the open hand

watch out for nomads

they come to steal

thieve your women

take your land

you have a loose foot eh?

yeah, I guess I do

I had to get out of my beginnings

the people there

had such a thin view of what I could be

& the habit went on growing

I kept on keeping on to pastures new

& if I can share one secret

listen in children listen up close

if you begin to put roots down

put an ear to the ground

people around you

if you sit still for one second

who have not known you long

will tell you straight

who & what you are

what they will want you to be

& if you like that just fine

keep on putting in those roots

but if you don’t like your box

want to break its confines

pull ‘em up & get walking

try your luck in a new town

be who you are there

see if they can understand