THOSE MAYFAIR HOTELS
those mayfair hotels heavy with servitude
exacted a heavy price
as I toiled to create a dance paradise,
youth and energy on my side
a roller coaster ride.
Where their rubbish piled up
the alleys were too dark
to give away secrets,
so I fled the confessional through
the church doors of the salty night,
followed the thames for home
galleon black reflecting london.
Battersea looked back askance
still with its leathery heart
a mere bystander to my homeward route.