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  My heels clip on  London concrete. My hamstrings strain To increase my stride. I slalom around Pavement zombies, Phone junkies, Loitering monkeys.   Don't they see? I'm late for a meeting With a client of grandeur. A key...

 

My heels clip on 

London concrete.

My hamstrings strain

To increase my stride.

I slalom around

Pavement zombies,

Phone junkies,

Loitering monkeys.

 

Don't they see?

I'm late for a meeting

With a client of grandeur.

A key player.

A major money man. 

(I can't drop the name

Due to a

Signed NDA).

 

It was suppose to be 

A blue sky meeting

On a grey winters morning.

But I slept too long,

And the tube 

Went wrong,

And now I've

Got the dreads.

 

If I'm late, 

My rep will be tarnished.

I'll never secure

Another meeting again.

Because in this town,

Time is a diamond 

We can't possess. 

But we know it exists; 

Out there on the outskirts,

Out there in the sticks. 

 

It's below freezing but I'm 

Working a sweat;

A pavement cardio,

A sidewalk rodeo,

A street athletics show. 

There's no way I am going

To be on time.

It's curtains for me;

I've sealed my P45.

 

Finally I arrive.

I collapse at the entrance,

My power-walk ending 

In a muted reception.

I approach the desk.

'Yes?'

Glared a future

X-factor entrant.

 

'Good morning.

I'm here to see

The top brass.

The big cheese.

The head honcho. 

I was delayed, but please,

Pass my humblest regrets,

I am spinning a lie 

Which I hope he accepts.'

 

'I'm sorry, sir',

The young lady chewed.

'The Great Man is away,

Tanning on a beach.

You'll need to reschedule; 

He returns in two weeks.'

 

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