69: God On My Dock

I was stacking a truck –
of dance-floored audio –
me – twenty-something
at Shepperton Studios –

Martin ‘Philishaves’ –
those deep-throated bins –
and Midas-touched mixing desks
ramp-trundled in –

The Thin White Duke
crossed our case-crammed dock –
suit-booted for filming –
that beautiful God –

Even the toughest
of my fellow-fagged roadies
awed-to-stillness –
he halted truck-loading



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