A London day, a Grey day ---Met a drunken philosopher and a young girl in a bar in Oxford 97 He was drunk He lost his senses He told me stories about the posters on the ceiling fifty years ago He couldn't stand on his feet He said his life is just like that Crooked straw inside his mug He couldn't be understood anyway He had a belly big enough to hold ten beers he said He also had the guts to tell me that I made a mistake All right could be all wrong He knew nothing, and nothings could be known Any truth could be seen in a totally different way Searching for his pen in frantic He drew his name in a wrinkled envelope Dull faced boys are making eyes at me They needed girls; They had to go to the back rooms Coconut flavored condom, pineapple flavored dove In Lamb Flag, angles fell in the ashes too soon.* A pretty face across the table She was leading a class discussion She was talking about philosophy, She talked and the boys listened attentively She talked about the world, Her face was worth a pot of gold She was velvet, she was pink, She would be all in red, She talked as if her father just won a million bucks What a picture A drunk philosopher and This knows-all pretty face in the same room One in red and one in blue One is white and the other is black I was blue in between and The room became gray In a London's gray day. *Lamb flag and Angles in the ashes are famous bars in Oxford.