The commuter is watching The Sopranos
on the train to London. It’s 6.45am.
Tony is reading the back of a cereal box
at his breakfast bar while the world burns.
His hair has been touched by a deep sleep.
His dressing gown hangs low, showing off
a chest heavy with thick hair and dreadful decisions.
The commuter is eating a Snickers.

Carl Burkitt 2024