LONELY?:

A strange feeling after so much time in the company of 
friends & dancing in the euphoria of electric pure joy faces. 
Last night, at the end of a week connected to all that’s good  
I returned to an empty hotel room where my Dog was waiting. 
That familiar voice of hopeless desolation keen to pick up 
the conversation. Had to laugh, a patient & dedicated companion, 
never disappoints. I should’ve known he’d stow away – the baggage
in the luggage of the past comes out to play when I’m alone. 
Laughter is the antidote, as, even in the rain, we find joy, 
my Dog & me. 
Yesterday’s fog stopped the band going home – no planes flying.
I spent the day in radio stations, doing what I love, broadcasting, 
spending time with people who love to spread their love of music
(that’s a lot’ve love).
Radio stations smell great, look great & everyone I met yesterday 
reminded me why I’m on this road. Found a poster of Bob & the Rats
in a back corridor, carried a purple key on an elastic band tied to 
a bulldog clip to a private cubical, a sanctuary with a lock on the 
door, quiet time. Heard music that made me want to make more, found 
re-connections to Jagwar Ma, a sign I was on the right road. Found a 
man, eyes full of light, who turned me on to lost John Martyn 
recordings & I made a phone call from the floor below to a girl going 
live to air who talked excited about the legend of a Dog who’s name 
became a drinking anthem. 
And then we met in the harbour, you were pulling a case on wheels. 
We drank coffee in the sun & smiled, one to the other, remembering
how far we’ve come & how lucky.

(K)