An Actor Arrives at the Bristol Old Vic

I remember the grey slithers of rain,
The jocular driver,
As I boarded the bus
At Temple Meads,
And the friendly lady who told me
When we had arrived at the city centre,
I remember the pub on King Street,
With its quiet maritime atmosphereā¦
I remember tramping to the little cottage
Where I had decided to stay
Between rehearsals,
Along Park Street,
Whiteladies Road and Blackboy Hill,
My arms and hands,
Aching from my bags,
I remember the grey slithers of rainā¦

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Interesting poem angel
Thank you, Angel.