Coffee table full of toiletries, chocolates and yesterday’s wine glasses,
mine still half-full – zoned out of the festive mode somewhere around the half-way mark
and snored my way through the final stretch to midnight
only vaguely aware of the accompanying strums on my son’s electric guitar
as he croaked out the last hits of a bygone band –
The Beatles.
Words & image by Jay Cool, 26th December 2024
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