Sketch for Joanne

Joanne comes around with a radio and absinthe

We start the afternoon with polish xmas songs on shortwave

She laughs as we burn the first shot, the green flame

I love joanne

We've been friends for 12 years

We used to be lovers but now a hug can be just a hug

I followed her from derbyshire to london

She's the sub-librarian, the swan feeder, spectacle breaker

I wanted to buy her a bicycle this xmas but she said it was too much

She can close me down like i let no-one else do

We watch the green flame in the window

And it somehow makes me think of Amsterdam or Paris

Rain beneath canal bridges in neon cafe light

The phone rings but it's not for me

The answering machine catches it and holds it and holds it and holds it