23/07 glasgow in the morning

A city awakens
With the first dreary-eyed inhabitants
They crawl through the streets
Dragging tired torsos
On spindly shaky legs
Head bobbing
To no particular sound
But the beat of the metropolis
The beast of little sleep
That comes once a day
When the dark brief hours in summer
Dark long hours in winter
Come to rest shadows
On the warren that is alive
On the cobbled walkways
The thick tarmac laid
The odd bulbous tenements
And the modern interpretations
Sewing the city together
With spittle and spider-thin thread
This is Glasgow awakening
Yawn and say hello to the sun