A month of touring kept me away from too many drunken nights..
London being kind to me.
Even though cheap beer at local off-license…
Always came home with me.

Miles are laid dead behind me…
The body getting used to the driving. Even though…
The car’s engine coughing for a break…
And my belly aching for a steak.

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