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Four In The morning, Pavement Blues.

 

Four in the morning, pavement Blues,

a single small, hurried cigar

becomes a second,

longer lasting, what the Hell

moment of pleasure in the dark

quiet Bootle street,

a realisation that I am not

responsible for a stranger’s happiness

despite wanting to see

every stranger smile,

four in the morning

pavement Blues,

a missing guitar

but the harmonica pulses

and sends out a beat

to which only the deaf

appreciate and fondle under their bedclothes

when their wife is away, dreams