Black velvet

Bespoke

Frayed cuffs

Faded label

 

A hand placed

On his

Black velvet

Arm

Gently strokes

 

Silver hair

Strays

From his

Crown

To rest

On his

Shoulder

Of

Black velvet

 

Slightly

Slumped

In his chair

He welcomes

The

Warm wet

Feeling

Spreading

Under there

 

Soiling

The tails

Of his

Black velvet

 

As the music

Plays

His mouth

Remembers

The lyrics

His foot

Remembers

The beat

His finger

Sways slightly

To conduct

 

And he 

Remembers

His

Black velvet

But he

Can’t

Remember

Whose

Hand

Gently strokes

His arm 

Of his 

Black Velvet

Coat