COLD ROOM TILE TALK

There was more of that cold room tile talk

(Tony on the slab)

Spoke about crown folk and town folk

Travelling by cab

Saxony days by the dusty road

Bald-headed eagles on silent wings

Coffins for heroes and distant sunrises

More of that cold room tile talk

There was more of that out-and-about talk

(Tony in his towel)

Spoke of the hill folk and still folk

Monks beneath the cowl

Soft-footed beavers with ivory teeth

Wolves that bay at the hunter’s moon

Coal miners’ holidays hard and bleak

More of that out-and-about talk

There was more of that come-as-you-are talk

(Tony in the shower)

Spoke about shandys and mop-headed dandies

Living in the tower

Silver cadavers from moon-drowned lakes

Sad silent centaurs lost on moors

Bland leggy models on satin settees

More of that come-as-you-are talk

I have no idea what this means. But I love the way it sounds.