I show up first, around five
enjoy the silence
with a coffee.
Duff follows soon after
a little drunk
but enthusiastic.
Adler arrives around nine
with a couple of skanks
but no kit.
I ball him out
and he flees
to the nearest dealer.
Izzy shows at midnight
corpse white
on the nod.
Duff is re-stringing
his bass
and Adler’s still gone.
Slash turns up around two,
whispers conspiratorially
to Iz
and they disappear
to the bathroom
for an hour.
Duff is still re-stringing
his bass, stumbling about
breaking shit.
Port wine bottles. A painting
on the wall. This cool little amp
they used on Pet Sounds.
Slash and Iz return
“Are we ready yet or what?”
but Adler’s still gone
I launch a balalaika at their heads,
taking Slash’s top hat off;
hair spills down like a black waterfall
Iz mumbles something incoherent
Slash retrieves his hat
Duff looks up: “We need more wine.”
It’s five AM
the sun is coming up
and so far
we have a bass with two strings
various comedowns
and a vortex opening up ahead.
Turns out we were a day early anyway.
That’ll never happen again.
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