Unfashionable to the end
The old Rocker wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight. Unfashionable to the end — drank his ale too light. Death’s head belt buckle — yesterday’s dreams — the transport caf’ prophet of doom. Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams in his post-war-babe gloom. Now he’s too old to Rock’n’Roll […]