Hats and historical atlases

fantastic views of a orange skylines
The only stars on the cold ground
Kids asking have you lost your marbles.
As they roll by…

with All your desires
in that old car the sun setting
dialing the big bands in
The Shimmering residual heat.

The only Heart throbs
you will now see are in
dressing down gown’s
their names Are etched in brass
On left or right of the street.

And a man About town
just popping out too pay
The coin operated slot machine
A hole in his pocket and the
Coins that ran away.

A man walking round with a
Hat made from a historical atlas
A wren for a friend
And a pocket dictionary.

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