Colin Bell
George Harrison

Zen
time
with George,
the Beatle –
one quarter of four.
Mugs of tea at three forty-five.
George and me, strangers sitting on a kitchen work top.
Five minute friends both swinging our legs, alone in his Sloane Square pad.
Talking Hindu deities with a rock'n roll god,
floating down the River Ganges.
'Hope this isn't boring.'
Why did I
look at
my
watch?