A blast from the past !
Cold Camden Town,
Basement kitchen.
Breath freezing.
Steam rising,
From a coffee cup.
I climb the stairs
Of my broken-down house.
Hair dishevelled.
Face unshaven.
Legs stiff and unyielding.
The heater has taken
That chill from my room.
Plastic window covering,
Crinkles.
Cars move outside.
I place a twelve inch
On the turntable.
Forget Me Nots,
By Patrice Rushen.
It’s for you.
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