it was indeed the loveliest of dreams,
falling asleep
without having to be my own d.j. with classic fm,
waking with a sweet woman’s voice
talking in between playing her favourites
i dreamt
i was sitting alone in an alleyway at night
playing on my sealed up tibia
like a guitar, yes, a fleshy pedal steel guitar,
although with less confession of boogie than
robert randolph,
yet still ably making crystallising sounds of a metal
string twang and pluck.