Alone on a hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still.
Fill your head with something else, she said. That’s the only thing you can do.
So he filled his head with sandwiches and drinks and Beatles songs
From morning to night he closed his brain to everything else
His customers would order off the Set Menu – A, B or C?
He liked it that way. Keep it simple
Up at sunrise, down at sunset. The more time asleep the better.
He still sees her sometimes, in the distance. He wonders if she’s happy.
Plain cheese or tuna? Tea, coffee or juice?
It’s been a hard day’s night
Says the reel to reel in the corner – I mean, really, who has one of those these days?
Tea, coffee or juice?
Cappuccino
Tea, coffee or juice?
Cappuccino
How can this be lost in translation?
Nevermind
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.
