God On My Dock

I was stacking a truck,
(of dance-floored audio),
me, twenty-something,
at Shepperton Studios:

Martin ‘Philishaves’,
deep-throated bins,
Midas-touched mixing desks,
ramp-trundled in.

The Thin White Duke
crossed my case-crammed dock:
suit-booted for filming,
our beautiful God:

Even the toughest
of my fellow-fagged roadies,
awed-still by David Jones:
a halt to truck loading.

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