Hotdogs & Helles.

If anything, I will miss my walk to Blackfriars;
Singing Dicitencello Vuje, Dark & Handsome
While its dark out; helicopters, strange lights,
Fading in and out of obscurity above the city,
Sleeping on the Thameslink ‘till Cricklewood;
Hotdogs & Helles; Puttanesca, a cheap white.