If you lived here you would be home by now.

Commuter’s haiku.

Old man is coughing
into City AM, like
mist on a grey lake.

This train is formed of
only four coaches. Squashy
Like red grapes on vine.

That bump just outside
North Sheen wasn’t there last week.
Elbow hits window.

Look at you, sitting
in first class, pretending that
your ticket’s valid.

Beautiful birdsong
Scattered like blossom petals:
Ring ring! Ring ring ring!

New flats on Thames river
Look like the scaffolding monster
Had a bad night out.

Factory that makes bricks
Seems silly to protect it with
A wall made of bricks.

Rustling paper
Like leaves in silent forest,
Stopped at a red light.

Other trains are
Overtaking, fate does not smile
On this commuter.

We apologise
For the inconvenience
Of today’s haikus.