Tom & Nana: Kew

Overseas greens.

Walled up in a victorian village.

Served by the Thames.

Kew is a stage school.

Where no-one knows the names.

Tom & Nana: Tokyo Trains

Rattle in a text as the carriage rumbles on.

The dead time.

Until your cue has come.

Whisked away to somewhere.

In a state of guarded publicity.

Tom & Nana: Portobello

The aqua blue and faded pink facades welcome the procession.

Bohemian trophies line the streets.

Expresso sippers sit.

While another batch of buyers browse.

All the trinkety knick-knacks and haberdashery no-one ever buys.

Tom & Nana: Shibuya

109 in Winter.

They trickle in; they flood in; they swarm.

Their big day.

The tension coats the air as the dew shrouds the morning.

And the day ends heavy legged.

Tom & Nana: Up In The Air

Liners park up like beached whales.

To return to their element.

The laminated halls gleam and echo.

Some one arrives, departs.

While we wait and watch for our number