Tall man walking with his head on one side, <br />Hell’s Angel’s handlebars way over-size, <br />McDonald’s run like a well-oiled machine, <br />Wonder what such strange signs mean. <br /> <br />Even the river's got regulated flow, <br />Like the traffic I’m in: all stop ‘n’ go. <br />The whole town seems to long to break free <br />Wishing just to be let be - <br />Perhaps it does, but it might not be <br />It’s just how it felt, today, to me. <br /> <br /> <br />(Impressions of a whistlestop trip to Lörrach [close to the German border with France and Switzerland])<br /><br />Tony Jolley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/l-rrach/
