Relevant only for the next hour perhaps.
But to illy coffee today.
All the stumptown and counter culture gone. Drained drained
Woke up. And read this morning.
Before I could feel the heat outside, each murderous degree reached- higher.
Sweat and gnawing despair. All before breakfast.
How we will ever…….
Read a lovely poem by dermot Bolger.
“the most washed suv on the templeogue road.
Knocked out two more songs yesterday in studio.
Now I gotta be brave and get the hammer. And file. And saw.
‘I got blisters on my fingers, indeed ringo, indeed.