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