In the solitude of basement toilets, by the pool table,
beneath a studio filled with famous voices, faces, I meditated
on the weirdest day. Ego-less union, disarmed opinions &
barriers between genres lowered for something more important –
The white Knight launched us with familiar eloquence &,
for a day, we kicked a ball towards the same goal.
The Sunday papers quoted,
“it doesn’t matter if you don’t like the song or the artists
as long as you buy the record”
A good day, with more to come if I’m not the only one buying.