I have written about this before

To the point of ad nauseam

But everything has a lime hue

Seriouslyeverything

The girl who runs the paperkiosk

I know wears a navy blue uniform

But she is standing in front of me

Wearing the same skirt blouse and jacket

But attends a lime hue the specific identity of the colour

I write that in my illegal activities as a racketeer

I am portrayed as a privatedetective

In this lime green city of lostsouls

Nothing is further from the truth

The girl is liverpoolbornandbred

And has been part of the station furniture

Since she left school just over tenyearsago

Her name is adele and thinks that i work for the bbc

In west london not far from tube lines and a fruit market

My train has been announced and is pulling into platformfour

I can hardly see it as it covered in its own early morning steam

The heroine of this story is walking towards me wearing lime

She is wearing a diaphanous cotton dress which adds an exoticism

To what might have been a tedious description of people in transit