No longer with the rest of the revelling pedestrians,
On a bus with horsepower that couldn’t match the equestrians.
An extra-sensory perceptions hasn’t quite kicked in,
That my person and surroundings don’t quite fit in.
The age of flappers and post-war prosperity,
A city with its route in the 20th century,
Workers weary with toil and tales,
Find their way back home without feet or the rail.
How did they sound so different back then?
Accents not quite like I was used to,
Till I discover with aplomb,
That I was from the future!