Written at Pease Pottage Services en route to an art day in Brighton.
Service stations are strange transitional soul-less spaces.They always feel familiar and just a tiny bit creepy especially very early in the morning or very late at night.
These over priced false environments provide captive audiences with caffeine, food and toilet facilities.
This is what I wrote while eating a luke warm overpriced breakfast roll.
Pease Pottage
Cold
Breakfast
Breakfast
Hot
Coffee
Apply
Makeup
Wakeup
Breakfast
Rock'n' Roll
In the pot 9 days old.
Rock'n' Roll
In the pot 9 days old.
(And a trendy Granny texting
on the table next to me)
She smiles at me when I leave.
on the table next to me)
She smiles at me when I leave.
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| Words, Photos and Poetry Copyright Lynne D jones. |
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