In you comes -
in your sad seven year old ironic tracksuit and pair of box fresh.
In you comes -
looking for deals on the board behind the counter which we know show same best day as last time, last week, last month.
In you comes -
doing quick sums and ordering a dozen shots with your release money which you quickly shares out to punters who isn't interested.
In you comes -
barely missed and completely blitzed, just another forgotten madman.
In you comes -
a madman bent by routine
a madman twisted by addiction
a madman caught in the to and fro of the outside which has turned its back and good riddance.
In you comes -
smelling of time.
Steve Coel
