A poem about public transport

Hello and welcome to Friday Fiction. The first Friday Fiction in some time. I’m going to keep this brief as I am rushing out the door to see the new Naked Gun film. I’ll have a review of that hopefully next Friday.

Until then, here’s a poem I shared with a friend recently. I wrote it a while back. It’s about a journey on the LUAS in Dublin that I took late one night coming home from a gig.

I saw an empty beer can under the seat across from me and a 40 minute journey ahead of me. So I wrote something.

Hazy IPA

There’s a tragic beauty

Right here

In the big smoke

A place where we’re in this together

But it’s still one for all

Those who mount the double deckers

Those who mount the railway tracks

Those who mount the trams too

I’m a tram mounter

If that’s not too sexy a term

There’s a tragic beauty here too

Depending on the time of day

I’ve seen it all

I’ve seen too much

I’ve seen spilt coffee

I’ve seen the vape smoke

I’ve seen the hazy IPAs

I’ve seen people worst for wear

I’ve seen love birds

And real birds

There’s a tragic beauty here

I haven’t feared for my life

I get to just sit back and relax

So drink your IPAs

Vape til your hearts content

There’s a tragic beauty here

And I can’t help wonder

Who’s going to throw out that empty can?

I love traveling around Dublin both day and night. The characters and stories that my little creative head sees are endless. That’s enough from me. Enjoy the bank holiday weekend. Thank you for reading and thank you for your time.