At the London Generator

A cool dude checked me in -

There were jazzy murals, an Italian girl behind the bar -

Some muted techno - 

A pool table was bathed in dim light -

A flat screen showed young gods scoring impeccable goals -

Young Americans sipped flat whites -

I had walked here from Warren Street -

Walking half in memory -

Remembering the Northern Line, the fallen leaves on Highgate pavements -

I read a gritty page from a foxed Rebus - 

Waited for my darlings - 

When I saw them, I was mute once more with love -

The London Generator 

August 2025