You see, one day when I was a student,
I got fed-up.
I can’t remember what is was that caused me to feel that way –
Likely, something to do with people,
Are my currency.
I headed out,
having just finished
On the Road
And hitched a lift to Edinburgh.
Barely any money.
The days before cash-machine overdrafts.
It was winter,
I know the season as I remember the cold.
And buddying-up with sleeping-rough man.
In those days, the conversations seemed less about homelessness
And more about
Edinburgh can be very cold at night,
Particularly if it is damp.
And the wind is blowing.
And, now I remember, all I had was the Postman Jacket
I had bought from the second-hand store.
The one that Cliff wore in Cheers
Not the actual one,
But a lookalike.
Not the best for winter in Scotland.
And cold, so very cold and nowhere to go and nowhere to sleep
And we bedded down on flattened cardboard boxes
In the underpass
of the bus station.
I was always a bit dramatic.
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