INTO WINTER SKY-HOLE WE GO JUMPING:
Essex to Berlin, too dazed to even know my name. Numbed-out from
hours of motorway driving, radio surfing, muscle tightening,
hands on the wheel, feeling like a football – kicked around.
Drove north last night to witness my favourite band transcend
themselves again – happens every time.
Taxi in the rain to airport. Blue-grey light, thick wet air,
low cloud. Essex pulls the duvet over it’s head & rolls back
to sleep. I wish I could, but then again the streets of Berlin
have poetry &a symphony of noise prepared for me & I can’t
disappoint it – can I?
Listening to Radioland
(K)
Safe travels Karl and success with your endeavours there.
Hey ho karl,from berlin to me,it is not much more than a catjump… …Yes!
U never…
Disappoint*