# 2,496 Me et Keef

I slap a five-string poem set
to G [Keef taught me] & add
lightness [doubled-up notes
to hit it] – plus my repeat of
my disjointed mess to create
a song from limping chords –
scour other attempts & steal
lines from myself – we’ll etch
& scratch with air-dried pens
again – my composing way &
word-play – Ron says – Mick’s
hips re-swayed on his fiftieth
birthday – I was there as they
played in eighteenth century
dress – Strawberry Hill a ripe
venue & a late night shake of
arses & egos on a dancefloor