Albatross

He vapes outside the vinyl store then steps inside To comb the crates for rarities it's his delight His youthful past still floats around Both in his head and in his sounds The cardboard smells the inlay cards the songs that could Break your heart or lift you up make you feel good Taking him back through many years To a time when he knew no fears He flicks and finds a precious gem It takes him back to Lewisham He steps outside to vapourize and means no harm His tattoo fading, ancient now, there on his arm An albatross on mottled skin Which always serves to remind him Of a time he wished he could go back Worshipping Peter Green's Fleetwood Mac