The Dinner Guest

It was easrly autumn, when fog settles in, when going about tries the English soul

The Dinner Guest

The back way was full of dirt and mud,
enough to  put spots over your shoes.
All the cement fenced  factory widows.
It’s the kind of site to bring on the blues.

It was a northern town full of working men,
with a generous dusting of furnace coal.
It was easrly autumn, when fog settles in,
when going about tries the English soul

If you…