I'm in a city made of memory and dream -
I'm with my dad in the National Gallery -
We stand looking at La Grande Jatte -
He tells me he's reading Tender is the Night -
I'm smoking Gitanes in Gordon Square -
I'm wearing a leather jacket -
The streets are magical and lonely -
I'm dancing to Jean Genie -
I'm scribbling notes in a marble library -
In Highgate the pavements are covered with Autumn leaves -
A lift takes me down to a midnight platform -
Trains are filled with invisible people -
I see my face in the dark window -
I'm crossing the river -
I never knew the river was so wide -
16.00
Saturday 18 August 2018
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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