Ladies By The Train Station

Ladies By The Train Station

ladies by the train station
standing in dull light
and blowing out cold air
they see me walking with –
my hands in my coat pockets
they talk and wonder who is there
i look back at their peering eyes
carry on walking
ladies still talking
ladies in the town
pushing the pram past the shops
all i hear is the child screaming
does it ever stop?
then i hear the swearing
and they use words so cruel
they say they are all caring
but i wonder if they care at al
instilling only a sense of doubt is dangerous
ladies by the train station
they went out with their new bleach
their friday night treat




James Garratt – Saturday 21st February 1998