Robin Houghton

              etched glass over twin sinks & a chrome stand where they say

              Mama Cass laid her felted hat   –   getting her groove on baby

              after a gig or after dark it was free-fall   –   highballs of ice jiggling

              beads on necks   –   boogying on brandy & speed   –   playing zig-zag

              here was a black velvet couch   –   the one the cops dusted for dabs

              if the front door goes it's Harry   –   back from the Playboy Club

              with Cass gone they modernised the kitchen   –   it wasn't a sandwich

              that killed her   –   Rolling Stone was wrong!   –   fans still leave flowers

              in the lift shaft   –   this room stinks of puke and night sweats

              any questions?   –   yes you can use the loo   –   check out the graffiti

              at dawn the building shakes with the screams of Moon   – cook me

              a steak or fuck off    –    just one last wild man story of many

              breaking Cass's tired heart again   –   like a scratched rumour

              you can just make out   –   can't live if living is without you

              he was thirty-two as well   –   some say a ley line was disturbed

              the block's coming down soon   –   feel how cold the plaster is

              Harry sold up to Pete & the couch went to auction   –   look look!

              here's Cass about to call home   –   cream handset off the hook –