Read this listening to Lazarus.

Bowie held a stainless steel glass

full of gin-heavy Martini. Turing twisted

the straw of a Bramble idly. A whirlpool

of crushed ice and sugar syrup. Under

intoxicating light a band thumped

beats of bass and blonde blues. 

Turing & Bowie talked suits.

The ice blue Freddie Buretti

Turing wanted for one worthy

occasion. Every man should be

overdressed for one worthy

occasion. One worthy occasion

may begin with dirty drizzle

an apple injected with cyanide

or little in the diary. Little in the diary

but the possible and the impossible.

Bowie took a cheap biro

to paper napkin, thrummed

his fingers effortlessly on the bar.

Music notes, cipher, or stars,

Turing did not pry. Do you ever

wonder if you’ve been known

by a name too long? Turing could

not help but pry. My brother’s

suits are pressed at Ziggy’s.

Night teetered on the edge of

sun, cloaked by cigarette smoke.