Bakery?

Bakery?

Early morning dripping cool silence
How different it is from
Day Road busy with laughter
Hooting
Car doors slamming
Caw crowd calling
Bird voices speaking
Coins jingling
Slang of adults children mingling
Whistle of street warden armed
With fulsome ego and sign
But Now silent solitude
Dawn unbroken
Blue stars burn simple distant
Chill pavement unadorned
Greets great noise of
Groaning old man truck
Sighs it's hydraulics let down delivery
And bread breaking softly steam rising from
Fresh loaf scent
Sneak around corners gentle waft to meet the nose
Of sleepless myself
Tempting Bookstore
with shut fast door
Coffee yet to grind
Beggerous shapes stumble and clink gently
And the faithful dumpster waits for divers
I like lyneham
At night
And when the night is nearly over
Then it is at its best