With the lights of the pier
Poking the smooth sunset
In the eye
I ride
Past the hens
Clucking as I tick melodically
A euphoric metronome
Keeping in time with my favourite home
I love this city
And I love gliding through it
The balmy air
Introduces the guests
Murmurs and mutters
The puff of the bus
Slide alongside me
And ruffle my hair
I snake through the stag dos
Sometimes they boo
Occasional heckles drowned
By the swoosh of tyre on cooling ground
I pass through cobbled lanes until I see the sea
Upon the esplanade I pick up speed
I push the pedals with all my might
As I disappear into the night