Ryan Adams
Once one of those nights hit 5.30am and dawn in Soho. Greek Street on a Friday morning. And we stumble up and down the pavements weaving between parked cars and the first bicycles of the day
headphones on because everyone else went home and Bar Italia kicked us out in the end
Ryan we love you.
Soho I miss you. I will see you tomorrow on my way back home. I spend my time at the seaside and in east London, and north, but my heart is with you, south of Oxford Street and north of Shaftesbury Avenue. How did I ever imagine it to be anywhere other than behind the blue door at 57 Greek Street x
