London Haikus

Passing for local
You're asked for directions, but
Your vowels betray you.

Two people embrace
On the corner of Wells Street -
Their last awkward kiss

On Hungerford Bridge
Your smile and the June sunshine
Dispels my regret

Morrisons, Chalk Farm
From the train window signals
My adopted home

A pint of Black Sheep
And a song on the juke box
Is all I ask for.

Watching the football
On the Underhill terrace
Is no match for home

Nothing says Sunday
In Soho like a pigeon
Pecking at vomit

Upmarket cafes
Keep out undesirables
With seven quid scones