Verna Cannon Nice Cup Of Tea
been a stranger in a city thousands of miles away where i
was alone been a stranger in places i go everyday and
call my home i walked through the streets of london
watching all the faces but no one would look me in the
eye i wondered if the british were just shy or was this
just big city life or was there something wrong with me?
held a young bum's hand through narrow streets of london
anonymously now i wish that i'd been bold enough to
photograph the thing's i'd see had no time for castles,
gardens, suits of armor but a nice cup of tea was served
to me in a music store on camden high street where i
played someone a song and maybe left a memory wanted to
make it mine in living ways riding the tube and
eavesdropping for days so while shakespeare's house
decays there's a vagabond who knows my name and i like
that