Scott Walker

Up early,
dreams pulling
at my bedclothes.
A song slumbered,
but never woke.
Breakfast beckoned ā€“
black coffee and toast.
With an accompaniment
of world news.
Scott Walker has gone.
To the big sleep.
To the Seventh Seal.
To Montague Terrace in Blue.


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