I wrote this one on the fly on a disastrous day culminating in an “interesting” gig in Coventry. True story, all of it. Yeesh...

Tinpot Luck

It’s one of those days
Written out like fate
Can’t be anything but late
My only talent is to knock.
And drop.
And break.

My confidence unravelled
over every stumble,
Humble, braced, yet
unprepared,
lacking any grace
and out of luck.

And just to top it off,
The toilet’s out of paper.
Fuck.

’nuff said.