Shadows and street lights

headlights that blaze,

people in houses

hidden away.

Soon they fade

taken over by fields

where crops

pigs and sheep are the yield.

On into the night 

the train rolls past

the lights of farm houses 

and a different way of life.

I caught my reflection

on the window

not one that I recognised

distorted no doubt

by the lights

of a station we pased by.

High embankments

with many trees

tunnels and under several bridges,

they all make a fool

of my mobil call home

'I'll be there-----'

but soon never got through.

We stop at Diss

a station thats old

all part of the land that the night

now holds,

people open doors

and come aboard

some expressing

how it is cold,

then we move on

to pastures new

places where everything

changes the view.

Ipswich Colchester

forward we go

then comes Stratford

and the Olympic bowl.

Londons tube trains

their familar red

tell me I will be home soon

later to bed.

Just fifteen minutes 

then we arrive

Liverpool Street

At seven twenty nine,

off I hurry

down to the tube

where I join a busy throng

all on the underground going home.