Poem: A Bed For The Night In New Plymouth After The R.E.M. Gig

We drove to New Plymouth to see R.E.M. 

It rained the whole way and we had no accommodation booked. We thought we’d just find something when we got there.

But everyone else had a similar plan. Or had already planned. 

So we drove around the town trying to work out what to do – suddenly our backup-backup plans of sleeping in the car, or driving all the way …