london: day one of ten-thousand

london streets teem with history

london eyes gleam with mystery

stories unfold over pints of guinness

black as night and thick as my skin is

but thoughts of you turn me shades of blue

and pints of guinness start to blur the view

of the image of you i've got in my mind

and if i can't see your face, i'd rather be blind

so wait for me and i'll hurry back

through machine-gun fire and anti-aircraft flack

keep my pillow warm and live your life

i'll steer clear of petty theft run rife

and i'll run my fingers down your arm

once i weather this mid-day london storm.