Sausage Egg and Chips

Blue sky fading the cold seeped into my bones.
A street graffitiist shaded the pale blue with light
Turneresque strokes of pink. Well this is Ouseburn.

Lights in houses brightened, a homely beacon to
some. I couldn't buy this portrait I didn't need to.
Knew I would see it again one of these wintery nights.

I made my way towards the city. You can't eat money
Money can' buy that atmospheric canvas, but it sure
could get me those sausage egg and chips I craved.

R