Ten Cigarettes Later

Ten Cigarettes later
I was standing by the wall
Waiting there to see you
I was feeling rather tall

Ten Cigarettes later
I was looking at my watch
Wandering where you were
You’d probably missed the bus

Ten Cigarettes later
I was lighting up again
Below me a pile of dog ends
It was nearly ten to ten

Ten Cigarettes later
I thought I’d make the call
My aftershave was weary
My skin began to crawl

Ten Cigarettes later
I was propped against the wall
Waiting there to see you
I was feeling rather small

Chris Olley 95

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s