I stumble off the bus at 6:00am, feet wrapped in black bin liners.
A lone woman staggers up to me smiling,
“Where are you from?”
“welcome to Glastonbury!” she slurs surveying the mud & our tour bus
marooned in a ditch on yards away from back stage at West Holts,
where last night we had the most fabulous homecoming after seventeen
“It’s been a long time since we were here last” I grin, politely.
recalling the BBC broadcast was the best music tv I’ve ever seen,
watching it back at 1:00am on a tiny cell phone screen.
The staggering woman offers me a paper cup with a little yellow
liquid in the bottom,
“That’s been even longer” I reply, sliding off to the mini bus
waiting in a puddle to disappear us to the airport.