Poem: Dirty Old Clown

Some old guy in a carpark in Levin,

(and this is going back 15 years ago, or so)

started talking to us as  we were loading our gear from the car.

We were due to play a set at the workingman’s club.

And he was telling us, out of nowhere, and for  no reason – and precisely

because none of us asked –  that he was, quote: “The greatest stickman

that ever lived”. …