Caught the Glasgow train, changing at Preston
Met John H. on the second of those trains
Another work trip up here in Scotland
You know, the cold place where it often rains
Walked through the hilly criss-cross streets like veins
Of colour stitched in tartan, right angles
And straight lines, angles and then more straight lines
And lines of schoolgirls, waves of student girls
Some jogging, washing my senses, eyes full
Caught the tube to Kelvingrove, standing on
The banks of the Clyde, by Partick Bridge. Seems
We got there too late to see Dali…Full
Of tandoori mixed grill, I went, alone
To watch ‘Inglourious Basterds’ … Damn Germans!
Thur 3 Sept
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