Midnight Scene from Wandering Bull by Michael James Keane

Thiamine and a midnight scene
Playing for me
Thiamine and a midnight scene
Take it away

One night
I’m going to take the red lights
Out to you
Pull in slowly
And cut the engine
Find the bottle under the seat
Knock and wait by the double side door
Squeeze my toes to feel my feet
In some ways I’m a red meat lover
A good time when we meet
In other ways I’m a lost kid trying
To sleep enough and remember to eat

One night
The red lights will flicker
And die, bulbs burst
But we will run them
And hunt with guns drawn
To feed our thirst
In some ways we’re red meat lovers
A good time always comes first
In other ways we’re shipwrecked children
Cursed, cursed, cursed

• Folk
• Wellington