London, November, okay

London

found me some sun

.

and it shines this morning

on the applecheeks and pinstripes

and bulbous cabs and pubs all called Crown and Horse and Great

.

and musicals are blooming on every corner

and bouquets of statues

(mobile and immobile)

are gathered in squares and circuses

.

tourists scamper across the crashing collage of lost empire

and New Britain steel-and-glass and

the post-modern colonialism of Starbucks (and its bastard cousins) wallpapering the streets

and the Christmas lights starting to come into bud, mimicking in reds the greening of spring,

.

songs about London

chase my ears

through the streets