Amy

In the garden

Capri Suns

With Amy and her sister’s

Golden Virginia

In the deckchair

Closing up

Her paperback Bronte

Dark and stormy Mondays

Making rain

Wasting the days

Filling bars

Tuning guitars

All of our friends are tired

Of singing for free, Amy

At the press tent

Throwing shade

With Amy in the folk charts

Breaking into three part

In a transit

Breaking up

While weathered old rock stars

Advertise fast cars

Making rain

As we watch from the drain

Falling stars

Tune their guitars

All of our friends are tired

Of singing with me and Amy