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Everything In Its Right Place Indeed
The train carriage pulled up
And whisked me away
To the evenings festivities
Offering me total solitude
Save for two security personnel
It was as if it had been sent
Just for me
And for this night
An enchanted chariot
To deliver the spell
* * *
The lights dim
Which silences the crowd
Eagerly anticipating
The first sign
Of music to arrive
Thousands roared
As they took to the stage
And began the ritual
That age old remedy
To enrich our lives
“We are an accident
waiting to happen”
Tom’s words wavered
Bouncing around
The Rod Laver Arena
The crowd indulged
And lapped up each one
As the band played the tunes
That could not have
Been reproduced any cleaner
Mesmerising lights
Dazzled our eyes
A technicolour
Visual mind-bomb
Enhancing the sights
And every song
Recited with passion
And improvisation
Taking the fans
To unchartered heights
The final encore
Tom chanted
“Everything in its right place”
A fitting end
To a stellar evening
The band left the stage
As the loops
Continued to play
Sampled madness
And the last words he did sing
* * *
I caught a tram home
Knowing that the bum
Who got on the next stop
Would sit right down
Next to me
Drinking his beer
And mumbling his words
Inviting me to converse
Everything in its place?
Yes, indeed!
"I caught a tram home
Knowing that the bum
Who got on the next stop
Would sit right down
Next to me"
That is speaking your mind aloud. Often I do not like any stinking stranger occupy the only seat vacant next to me. Not that I am unfriendly but dread stinking vibes...