The Native American man Is combing his hair outside Primark With his eagle feathers and his pipes and drums Waiting in a cardboard box Waiting For the concrete to disintegrate Greggs and Marks and Spencers crumble To the beat of the drums Waiting For green to creep across the face of Waterstones And bilberry bloom at the bus stop And a moss carpet pad the safety barriers with velvet Waiting For the beat of the drums For those feathers to soar over forest And the silk of his hair fly free in the wind
This was a vision that came to me one morning on the way to work. The man did have the most beautiful hair!