I am waiting for my coach at the bus station

It is due to arrive in three hours

At least it will be warm as this station is very cold

My journey will take just over five hours

I would have caught a train but services are suspended

Due to the landslips in the south and western regions

My hair is still damp from my perfumed bath

I will probably die from a chill but will smell nice

My hair is quite short which gives me an advantage

As the gusts of wind here are erratic and sometimes violent

My sister has told me that she is preparing a beef stew

And my old room is waiting for me along with Bertie Beat

But that seems so far away as I sit here

Fading slowly in this freezing Neon Shelter