I sit here jivin’ in chair
my fave sounds
the world is in front of me,
go where I please
cap sits comfortably
autumn falls outside
I am alone the girls have gone out
walked to town for a celebrity
followed by gin and tonic
float the boat and down your throat
occasionally I line up the music
don’t leave that to chance
volume increases
political classes commit suicide
on everyone’s behalf
taking us with them
guitar solo kicks in with drum support
…
next morning it rains
breakfast over, back in chair
leaves litter no lawn left
quiet house