Off to Brighton
On the Southern train
A day at the sea side
It‘d better not rain
Listening to iPod
To help the time pass
Just under an hour
The journey is fast
First stop Clapham Junction
In ten minutes at most
Then out of the city
Down to the south coast
Across the aisle of the carriage
Two ladies chatter
My head is full of music
So the subject doesn’t matter
The rhythmic roll
Makes some passengers doze
Through ear popping tunnels
As onwards we go
With scenes rushing by
It is easy to slip
Into a hypnotic trance
A high speed fuelled trip
Destination looms closer
Soon time to stop
Now thoughts turn with anticipation
To fish n chips and rock
Diane Scantlebury
