Conducting The No. 6 With Dave Curme At The Wheel

The Number 6 bus

Used to run from Brighton Station to Fishersgate.

Morning came in on the rising tide,

Bringing to some a yearning for the sea,

To others promising the Number 6 bus.

The Number 6 bus pulled into the lay-by

Beside the deserted tunnel that ran

Under the disused railway line;

The driver turned the engine off and yawned.

I changed the blind and leaned in to the driver,

As one would lean in to The Time Traveller,

If the bus were the Time Machine,

And he at the wheel of the bus,

And I said, “Dave, there's never anyone here.

There are no houses, there is no village church,

No local pub, no animals in the fields.

Dave, there's no such place as Fishersgate.”