Poem: Brian Eno’s Top Boy Soundtrack

A poem about Brian Eno’s soundtrack for the show Top Boy

There’s some old joke about listening
to a Philip Glass record for three hours

before turning the side, because the
scratch meant it just looped on itself.

I’m listening to Eno and can’t tell where
it finishes, let alone when the clothes

dryer even started. Brian would like
that. He’d smile a wry smile, maybe

not for three hours. But also,
you might never know.