i have collected all the notes/
from my piano/
and sew them on my coat/
from collar to heel/
so that i could play the ballad/
your mum used to sing/
but the fools on the street nicked it/
and were reluctant to give it back/
and tore it apart/
your ballad, my ballad/
now that my piano is barren/
i am cold/
may be, may be/
there’s more audacity/
walking naked!

24/9/2009 Bromley Road