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The Web Poetry Corner - J D Cully - No Ticket Blues

No Ticket Blues

by

J D Cully

Three o'clock's fast approaching
And I'm looking round the room
At the lizarded paintwork on the walls
And dreaming of Anna Blume
Coming from some corner
Is the cricking of a cricket
It's hard when you're out of gumption
And caught without a ticket.
Marconi plays the stylophone
What a way to end
Stuck inside of Newham
With the no ticket blues again.

Sat here like a suet pudding
Blasting on my trombone
It's one thing being forced to live
75 miles from home
But beside all that malarkey
What really gives me gyp
Is being shut out of what would
Have been my local trip.
And there's no Lady Windermere
With a helping hand to lend
I'm stuck inside of Newham
With the no ticket blues again.

The German guy from upstairs
Spends an hour in the shower
Someone else is popping out
For some self raising flour
The girl upstairs plays music (loud)
Singing as she goes
The elderly handyman comes
Stubs his fag and smokes his toes.
I'm tuned in to the wireless
Going slightly round the bend
Stuck inside of Newham
With the no ticket blues again.

Nowhere to go, nothing to see
No grub, no cigs, no drink
Nothing to do but sit here
In this stinking room and stink
Occasionally hum a tune
By Lloyd Cole or Johnny Nash
Just glued to the radio
Waiting for a news flash.
What a thing to happen
Left without a friend
And stuck inside of Newham
With the no ticket blues again.

The afternoon is over now
The bottomless pit looms clear
There's no delight on a moonlight night
The season of next year
No, there won't be any parties
When next I do the rounds
You never can enjoy yourself
On dilapidated grounds.
Like a hard candy Easter
The good times had to end
I'm stuck inside of Newham
With the no ticket blues again.

My cardboard boxes are all packed
And I've said my farewells
Yes, tomorrow I'll be moving on
From this place I know so well
That's ruined me in many ways
And made me want to croak
Is this the final comedown
Or just somebody's sick joke?
I'm facing British Summer Time
With a pound fifteen to spend
Stuck inside of Newham
With the no ticket blues again.


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