Seven Music Drone

Three men stand in a room One enters Ask questions Hands in pockets Starts polite Becomes confrontational Is interrupted by another man Who tells a story Who is interrupted by another man Who tells a story Who is interrupted by another man Who tells a story Who is interrupted by another man Who tells a story Laughs Leaves A man walks in Stops everything Tells everyone how he feels Everybody listens Everyone starts talking One man lies down on the ground One man sits down Anothеr man sits in a Green velvet chair Stroking his face Thе best comedy is tragedy Apollo All your gates are dirty All your kittens wait hopefully Outside the kitchen door Hungry Switch off Turn off Turn on your lights Because I have many things on my mind If you don’t find me please call again Slam! Slam! Evil arm Sharp hair and shades Moisturised since the age of twenty three Looks good for his age Don’t cry the winds of change are coming! Lying on their bellies Tanning their backs We don’t tweet like birds Or bark like dogs Waiting between words Pages unturned A doorway sheltering looks up at the sky A threat of rain A Black dog on a Purple leash No need to book just call him Lilly, Rosie and the King Golden heart Look new-look mission Comes in walking down the road Slouching Hands in pockets I believe! I believe! Here he comes! I’m back An empty page Standing at the edge of the pavement Checking pockets for change Condiments cost Unfamiliar faces Stray smiles Glances between calls Stick man in Black Striding up the middle of the road No cars Lucky seven Broken thirteen Ladder-man walking into the light of a new day Already eight hours underway