Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
I Fell in Love on the Northern Line
Saturday Night at the J H Tavern
Slam DoorThe old Slam Door train rolls in
like a nineteen-twenties tram,
Her curve-handled portals and open windows
speak of a time
before we sold out to The Man.
No wait for doors to open,
Step on as and when you like!
No need for a nanny computer,
peanut-brained,
to see a satellite.
Compartments made for six
commuters in urbane conversation,
The joy of whiling away the hours
swapped for cattle trucks
over-brimming with frustration.
Personal space is getting tighter,
Progress has proved a sham,
How could we be so stupid,
paying through the nose to suffer?
Bring back The Age of Slam!
I began to write an essay
about this state so poor,
but settled for a mantra:
'Slam Door, Slam Door, Slam Door,
SLAM DOOR! SLAM DOOR! SLAM DOOR!'
(Slam Door trains were phased out of service on the Lewes-to-London line during 2004-2005).