Return To Jungle Land

The windows are thrown open

Somewhere Springsteen’s ‘Jungle Land’

Spreads saxophone and horns

Into the humid north west air

There is sweat and naked flesh

In the room on Mountbatten Avenue

Where young love consummates

On white linen sheets

The rats have deserted the city

Where there are no restaurant takeaways

Cascading from backstre...

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