SANDY DENNY

as if wistfully intoxicated
on cider from the offie,
as if rolling weed up
in a rizzla, thinking lazily
about a summer walk
with a boyfriend months ago,
as if clipping toenails
by a two-bar heater
watching "crossroads" on the telly,
sandy denny's voice floats out
from the broken-down old stereo
in my flat above the street.
and the girls in sports cars
flashing by my window
look tragically misguided
passing, while she sings:
perfect hair, expensive
victoria beckham sunglasses.
sandy denny looked like shit.
but listening to "liege and lief",
jesus, what a beauty!