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I flew home into the city after dark and in the clear

With a seat beside the window and the usual thrill of fear

When the spoilers send you sliding down the drain

The sky was full of London all around the tilting wing

I could have hooked a street out like a pearl and diamond string

But I think my fingers couldn’t stand the strain

And to the ruined tower came the Prince of Aquitaine

In the continental terminal the maxi-coats look rich

It’d take a better eye than mine to even fault a stitch

The simple hair is golden as the grain

While in Piccadilly Circus hunkered down and neon-lit

There are kids with ancient faces who are praying for a hit

But tonight the only free one is the rain

And to the ruined tower came the Prince of Aquitaine

The highway lights of sodium are cut and set like gems

They run like this in whisperlines until they reach the Thames

Their afterimage wealthy in the brain

Beneath the bridge’s footway in the shelter of the stair

A cripple plays harmonica for pennies from the air

While the river proffers answers to his pain

And to the ruined tower came the Prince of Aquitaine

In idle docks they’re due now to be running out of meths

Their eyes inside the darkness like a latterday Macbeth’s

As Birnam wood comes close to Dunsinane

I have brought them all the plunder of the international jets

An envelope of sugar and two hundred cigarettes

So I know now that my quest was not in vain

And to the ruined tower came the Prince of Aquitaine

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