SWEET STUFF DOES THE TRICK:

Mott the Hoople play ‘All the Young Dudes’, Dave & Iggy do Berlin,
watching Jim do his thing on Youtube till 5:00am, can’t sleep in
the comedown from the gig when I used to get wasted on Vodka &
blood red, now my head is racing, but feeling good, clean as a
surfer hanging ten, shot out the pipe, in the dark, eyes on the
light, drawn by the energy of that late night crowd transmitted
intravenous, the open mouth of another big Black stage receives,
kick-drum dances on the breath of another early morning just
before the sun, it’s all ours, kings & queens, silent waking with
my brother dripping sweat between the trucks backed up to loading
docks, heavy armoured cases, men with bloody knuckles, tattoos, nod
& smile, heavy rubber wheels, names of faces & places stencilled to
their sides the boxes carrying the scares of a life in permanent
transit.

(K)