Lies, Lies and Mobile Phones

Lies, Lies and Mobile Phones by Neil McCall

"I'm in London," he said.
But he wasn't.
He was fast approaching Tamworth on the train -
couldn't she hear the steel-wheeled thunder
or the flat betrayal in his voice?

Did he have a mistress in the Midlands
or merely scheme to grab a couple of carefree hours in the pub?
Not that I've much room to talk;
My wife thinks that I'm putting the finishing touches to the
audit
which closed out last Tuesday in Madrid.