On Listening to First Watch - By King Creosote, Jon Hopkins
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGR35mttwuk
On days like this you want to go into a café
Just to sit there
Order a coffee too bitter
Hear the locals greet, hug and natter
Change clinging across the top
Sweet pastries filling the room up
Anything like normality you see
Consumed by busy days
Rather than a virus killing us
this way
With boarded up shops
And streets full of loss
For sharing a slice of cake
A possibility maybe months away
I listen to Jon Hopkins tracks
To take me back
To places which seem like home
For in the face of all this war
I’m struggling, I’m so alone
So I lie in my bed
Blanketing covers over my head
Fingers wrapped so tightly round tea
Hoping instead the earth and music
Will comfort me.