Dreamers

I can’t seem to fall asleep tonight.
Counting sheep, meditating, recordings of rainy nights- something’s just not right.

I was too busy visiting foreign countries, walking through narrow streets.
Bumping into old-acquaintances, new ones too.
I blew the dust off my trumpet, ended up in Ronnie Scott’s – sober.
I tried my luck with Poker, grandmaster Kim without a wsop gold ring.

I wrote love letters packed in glass bottles, soon to be washed up on shores.
I met the love of my life, started a family, even watched them grow, grow and grow.

I was back in school. Mum’s packed lunches, tuna sandwiches, penguin bars.
Awkward school dances, braces, shoes two sizes too big.

I saw my future alas, hazy. Like a broken camera struggling to focus.
I think I saw streaks of grey hair, an antique armchair, a gold ring too.

But it comes to a stop, the train grinds to a halt. Some people get out, others step in but it seems like I’m a part of the  background, just taking it all in.