Hotdogs & Helles.
If anything, I will miss my walk to Blackfriars,
Singing Dicitencello Vuje, Dark & Handsome
While it’s 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.