They turned our New Jerusalem into a ******* pitched for older men,
some old codger shouts, when?
and I don't know if he means when did it change or when is it open.

Everything goes duff, everything and in the end,
there'll be nothing and when nothing goes duff
there'll be even less,

the codger shouts, quantum,
I reply
half past seven and
half price on Tuesday,
he shuffles off quickly in
that old codger way
for a change.