Eternal September Again

I was at my brother's house in Newington
took a walk to Dalston
at the crossroads, licking my canine
running keys through my fingers
the year had flipped, weather was bouncing,

my mind was on the outside/
the evening was easy/
that dip in the Kingsland road, a ribbon/
she was wearing dungarees/ I wasn't interested/
sky had showed us something/
she had no black nail varnish