Satie

N.N. not no-one never naïve notes.

Somebody not just anybody please.

Poor Tom-like his mantelpiece of keys.

Whatever floats your boat your overcoat

Toy soldier marching down up down upstairs

Engineer of origins, tradesman of space

Once upon once upon once upon thrice

Hammering hardware, his waltz on a chair.

Was it ever gods treading ivory paths

Golden age pieces from the Attic attic

Where sunlight unloosed long staccato laughs,

Or only just Monsieur with one umbrella

Cool boulevardier, flaneur of static,

Paris where rain taps and fingers turn yeller?