by jamesbharris

In memoriam David Bowie 1947-2016.

The great Cold War album, carefully conceived of
By the polite Englishman just arrived in town
Who spends his weekends driving over the border
To make recordings of onerous sounds. His producer,
Mild-mannered, is known to assist him
In carefully devising ominous noise,
Sounds black and explosive, essentially urban,
Hatched up in flats overlooking vast roads;
Music for exits, music to hand over
Briefcases at checkpoints as it turns to dawn.

Still playing now in a Berlin more modern,
A city which turned its grit into art,
The sleeve shows a photo of an unchanging Englishman
Cool as he pilots a green-bonneted car.