Phil Brown -  journalist . writer . poet

Phil Brown

journalist . writer . poet

articles . books . poems


by Phil Brown


Friday afternoon and the punters
Are oiling their hunches.

Journalists are wandering back
From their late lunches.

Schoolgirls are meandering in the mall
On the verge of puberty

While nearby, someone slim is selling
A newspaper and calling for liberty.

Some policemen frown, looking around,
Although one of them is grinning.

Buskers are playing nearby -
Children are dancing, spinning.

Old people beetle along,
Almost climbing through the crowd.

Businessmen are clutching briefcases,
Looking at wristwatches, coughing aloud

And running towards tall buildings
For one last imperative meeting

Way up in the steel and dark glass:
My cab moves on; the image is fleeting.


by Phil Brown

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