Songs at 4 am - a poem by Chris Zachariou

It's the twentieth of December.
The Jewish minstrel strummed
his chords at 4 am and nailed me
to the stave in every minor scale.

The old fool - a poem by Chris Zachariou

The London Yellow Circle Line 

I am a prisoner on the Circle Line.
On the train, there are all kinds of people.
Many are asleep, some stare into space,
and some grin like startled fools.