Cobbled streets, thin passageways
snaking pipes embrace the buildings
in the shadow cast by evening sun
standing with good friends
We all hate the government
but what can you do
just drink in the evening sun
talking with old friends
A little place I know
when our graft is done
we go…
Six to nine these gutters fill
chattering smoke and cheers
the amber kiss of evening sun
mixing with great friends
Who voted ‘leave’, not one man here
I’ll stake a bet on it, let’s get
another round in the evening sun
believe the same as our good friends
A little place I know
straight out of work
let’s go…
A little place I know
race to Soho
we’ll go…
The Cock, The Champion
Horse and Groom
drinking in the evening sun
The Crown, Glasshouse Stores
Duke of Argyle
hanging with great friends
A little space I love
a little place to unwind
a little time for our drunk politics
a little laugh
a little joke
a little love, sometimes
A little place I know
a little place I love…
A little place I knew
a little place I loved…
[2016]
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