BACK ON THE PLANET:
Released from lock-down, a night in a cold narrow bed at
the back of a bunker of windowless corridors & air conditioned
neon. Fresh the streets from The Palace of ‘Shut the World Out’.
Out on parol, no evidence for incarceration. On the loose,
driving back roads again. Radio up load, airwave surfing,
Reggae on my mind, New York in my veins.