Denis Potter at The Picture House, Uckfield.

I am here, hiding,
under the cover
of lowered lighting
and a backdrop
of
acoustic guitar,

with a heavy glass
of London Pride:
A tongue-end taste
which takes me
back to then, 1984,
as I try to read
‘Potter on Potter.’

But I play
other songs,
from old TV shows,
inside my
head: he wrote
(almost) musicals
and smoked.