the delayed 3:15

i know this

i've played in this dirt

powdered glass over everything

spray paint swastikas and cocks

coke cans bleached by sun

sir

why here?

in the filthy

fly-tip bramble here

there's cannock bloom and river sun

a mile just down the line

first-class tuts

more coffee

more apologies

pale-faced kids in rubber gloves

dressed as cops outside

i tried to find your name

you didn't make the news

you're just the man whose blues

stopped his heart beneath our shoes