We move like cagey tigers

Child of the City Santa Monica Boulevard every Sunday the same blocks passed by through blurry windows, Kate smoking those candy-coloured mile-long cigarettes, Jamie in the backseat mixing drinks Weldon gawking at all the pretty boys the billboards Mike rattling off his latest latests me singing along to 'Lovecats' for the umpteenth time sipping rum … Continue reading We move like cagey tigers