Sunday, November 15, 2020

Camden Town by John Drudge

Wandering the markets
Of Camden Town
In an endless search
For a lifeline
In tune
With the rhythms
Of a deep downbeat
With the punks
And stragglers 
Huddled on the bridge
Hustling tourists 
For just enough 
To score a bag
With lines
Beginning to form
At the Roundhouse
As I wait canal side
For just a glimpse
Of you
Before I slide
Away



John works as a clinical social worker and is the president of a national disability management company. He holds degrees in Social Work, Psychology, and Rehabilitation Services and has studied philosophy extensively.  He is an avid traveler and a long-term student of the martial arts holding a 3rd degree black-belt in Kempo Karate. His diverse educational and experiential background gives him a broad base from which to approach many topics in his poetry. John currently lives with his wife and two children in Caledon, Ontario, Canada. 

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