No one cares

No one sees

Said the man in striped shirt

His hands waving in the air

His white beard tapered

His mouth singing the lyrics of Cherry Bomb

I sat on my stool holding on to my cup enjoying the company of my friends

Sure there’s family but in the city your friends are your family.

The dancehall was broad and open, the mod kids were dressed to the nines

And our conductor for the evening was a wild old man, confident in his ways, wailing, shouting and screaming with pure joy

No one cares

No one sees

Amen.