Here’s a speed poem (poem written in 10 mins) that I did at London City Airport just now. I think there’s some ok lines, but as with a lot of speed poems the ending suffers because I didn’t really know what I was writing about before I started. If it’s worth salvaging let me know, and how I might go about that.
Composed at London City Airport
It’s all men at the airside bar
logging on and mobile muttering to people called Damian
thus far, I’m the only one who has smiled at the waitress.
Or said please
And I’ve been here ten minutes.
These chips are frozen inside.
Look, they’re hard when I bite them
Says one man, butter-faced and double chinned
I silently egg the waitress on to reply
They freeze when they go near your heart
but instead she apologises and takes them away
that’s why there’s a compulsory 10 % tip
which you know she’ll never see,
even though she brought you vinegar
in a little white bowl.
I tell myself I’m better than these so-so chaps in suits
But we’re all here to treat ourselves
Butter-face puts 2 sugars in his coffee
Before tucking into an ice cream sundae
I drink Becks Vier and check my e-mails.
How many places like this do we see in a day?
How many concourses do we dream our way through?
Safe places with fake walnut surfaces,
Beige wall uplighters and filthy carpets.
Butter face is probably alright underneath
But each day’s a battle and he makes his own luck
And who’s to say my way is better than his
You need some kind of release
when its not second nature to judge people in verse.