West Yorkshire nocturne #3

All the air here 

so blue you'd 

think Chicago had

visited

left this colour like

noise graffiti 

before flying

back home

sweet home. 

If I sleep later - 

once the train 

reaches Brighouse

and I bound 

coffee-wasted up 

station-side steps - 

I will dream about

how that music 

changed who
I am and
experience 

the morning tomorrow
in the forms of
my sunburst
guitar.