The Delayed 3:15 - elbow

I know this

I’ve played in this dirt

Powdered glass over everything

Spray paint swastikas and cocks

Coke cans bleached by sun

Sir, why here?

In the filthy, fly-tip bramble here

There’s Cannock bloom and river sun

A mile just down the line

First-class tuts

More coffee, more apologies

Pale-faced kids in rubber gloves

Dressed as cops outside

I tried to find your name

You didn’t make the news

You’re just the man whose blues

Stopped his heart beneath our shoes