Poem: End Of The Larkin Line

When the first

Traveling Wilburys

album was released

we took a drive into

Hastings – Friday night, late

night shopping...it was

me and my brother in the

back of the car (our

usual spots) and mum

and dad up front. They

bought the album – on

cassette tape. No CDs

then – not in our house

anyway. And so we drove

in, got told on the

way that the folks would

be buying an 'im…