by Ewen Nicolson
On my mind again Susannah.....
The roof came in on us a long time ago Suz, but you still hook up in my head when I need you least. It's not a bad thing, but you're obscuring my view honey......
Eyes down on the escalator again. Glass and steel and feet. The unholy trinity.
The sound of children pulls me back to reality, and a shiver runs down my spine. They're heading down the way into the Metro. I relax and I return my gaze to the figure in front of me.
A tall gent with fair hair, a grey raincoat and a battered briefcase fidgets in front of me. Behind is an elderly woman carrying what looks like a months shopping in thin blue polythene bags, stretched to translucency and defying gravity. Neither of them look like they'll make it home intact.
Subconsciously I move my hand to my left pocket and back again. Safe. Hidden.
Just when it seems like the horizon will never arrive, I suddenly catch sight of the shiny station floor through a forest of legs, and with my last ounce of will I switch my mind off and wait.
I see the shoes. It's all I need. Grey espadrilles, white socks.......
Pop! Pop! I’m never wrong, I never miss
I'm at the station exit before anyone knows what happened, hailing a taxi and blending into the night.
You’re on my mind again, Susannah.
That one was for you honey, wherever you are......