Sat on the balcony for several hours
Finished work early and bought fags and beer
Listened to three Bowie albums, his powers
More than I knew for never had my ears
Heard Ziggy, Young Americans, Pin Ups
In full before. Then Hispanic guitars
And finally, Jacques Brel. I had to stop
The sun was getting low, hunger came up
Mince with curry powder and peas appear
And spaghetti, with gravy that just pours
On top of the whole lot. Ate it all up
Now I’m tired, looking forward to a sheer
Collapse, as today’s glorious bedtime nears
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