studio calls
the studio calls
my soul is longing
screaming for colour
no more greys
rooftops cupolas the shard
to his left is St Martin-in-the fields
to his right Westminster
Nelson stands aloof
peering into the muggy grey
buildings of grey stone paint
and at night the dark cloudy grey
containing speckles and spots
creeps over us all
the studio calls
colour me in
looking forward to home
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