Listen, he said.

By | 1 December 2011

“I wrote my best songs to
the tune of lights flashing
built on cars and conversations”
“Listen,” he said, “to the street.”
and we did, heads cocked, earnest
as the blood beating in our ears.
But he was New York humming
to kids locked in John’s Cage;
our Canberran lives played over,
skipping back,
at four minutes thirty two.

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