The man who sang

There’s a man who stands and sings by the river.

The colour of a country night with a full grey beard and shiny white teeth,
He pours his heart out to the tide.

At first I thought he was some kind of nutter.

An old boy mumbling to himself in a baggy t shirt
With a banana in his hand.

And then, he opened his mouth.

- London, Summer 2003