Down ‘mirror balled’ streets; his face ‘chamois creased’.
Growing his own brambles he drank with the morning sun.
As lonely as tower crane driver - I loved his eyes!
No-one round here makes you pay,
he'd say - "Save the world at eight!" -
..I loved ya mate!
By Andy Thompson.
Inspire by: ‘Elbow’. ‘The Seldom Seen Kid’.
March 2009
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