I will never see these people again

I walk down corridors
nodding at people I know I will never see again.
Last night I threw my diary
into the river
cut up all my ties
pushed a wad of notes through my landlady's front door
with a note saying
bye.

I sit in a meeting listening to plans for the '09 launch
and no-one knows that while they are sleeping
I will be thumbing it with the truckers
and when they wake I will be wheelying a stolen motorbike
still wearing today's work clothes.