An evening in England

Uniform grey sky,
from north to south and up high,
purple and brownish houses,
in silver screen left and right,
some splinters of red or blue,
a stray yellow somewhere in sight;

could have looked different,
but there aint any light.

Some droplets escaped the clouds,
difficult to sniff new air,
for a brief the sun shines,
confirms something has to exist,
here,
But,
right now it's bad luck,
one up head other right here,

only rescue this pub,
warm inside have some beer.

Ugh, I get some variation,
the only one perhaps,
historical but a well adapted,
system of class,
curious looks,
rednecks with their fags,
sophisticates with neck low,
either their apologies or their amuses,;

Chinese busy making Thai meals,
A Pole delivers the pizza,
Running north to south,
T (soft) thank you for a tip he didn’t expect,
The curtain falling,
Indian eating,
Weekend’s closing.