Fat Chance

Checking my payload
And getting the bus from Old St
To the crossroads to fall
Asleep and end up
Past wood green
To some suburban stop

And I remember some young
Chick whose brother had been shanked
Showed us her tits and then bummed
A smoke off me as I sat at the bar
Of the Hoxton Hotel limning
On truth and beer on tab

Stuffed of hot beef
And slow cooked eggs
I ran away from morning breaking
Shaved and showered
And now....