The night shift is waiting for the morning

My friend Dan works in a potato factory

and he's started to get into shape

so when we meet we run around the lake

near his house. We start off gently talking

about things we've been watching.

Charlie Brooker and Louis Theroux. 

He loves talking about his nieces.

and there'll always be a moment when we are

too out of breath to continue the conversation

sometimes one of us is faster sometimes

one of us is slower it doesn't really matter

we'll meet at the end by the bench

near the frog bin where we've left our bags.

We walk back and I don't go in,

he has a shower, gets ready for the night shift

and when I get home I put my slightly damp t-shirt

in my washing machine with my week of socks