He woke up in the woods

Lost and all alone

No clue of where he was

Or anywhere to go

Staggering through the undergrowth

He finally found a path

It wound down through the trees

To a quaint cottage and a beautiful garden

Where he heard the sound of jazz!

The door was open and he walked on in

To Billie Holliday and his dad

Who smiled and said, “how’re you doing, lad?”

Stuart Clark