We were to meet at the McDonald’s ramp,
Pedestrians adhered by keeping left
The morning with grey clouds was cold and damp
Commuters to beggars were blind and deaf.
A friendly face in pass gave me a smile
And soon amongst a mass of faces flown
I searched for you although it was futile
Alas, my eyes showed that I was alone
Was it McDonald’s by the town library?
Bloody Birmingham it’s the wrong city.
I’ll charge wherever like the cavalry!
Resigned I knew it may have just been me.
I windowed shopped to New Street train station
In which I found a pub for salvation