Powdered glass over everything
Spray- paint swastikas and cocks
Coke cans bleached by sun
In the filthy, fly- tip bramble here
There's Cannockbloom and river sun
A mile just down the line
More coffee, more apologies
Pale- faced kids in rubber gloves
I tried to find your name
You're just the man whose blues
Stopped his heart beneath our shoes
