Piccadilly Line

Feb 272014

PICCADILLY LINE

The man sitting opposite me on the tube
is reading Moby Dick.
He’s not quite
halfway through.
I haven’t attempted the novel myself
as I’ve heard
there’s a lot of superfluous information
about whaling.
And I’m not that interested
in whaling.
But I am quite interested
in the man
who changes at Holborn.

LEIGHTON CRITCHLEY

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