No regrets, No sorrows (Baker Street Muse)

Windy bus-stop. Click. Shop-window. Heel.
Shady gentleman. Fly-button. Feel.

Newspaper warriors changing the names they advertise from the station stand.
With cold print hands.

Vernacular, verbose; an attempt at getting close to where he came from.

Symphony match-seller, breath out of time you can call me on another line.

And it seems there's no-body left for tennis; and I'm a one-band-man.

One day I'll be a minstrel in the gallery. And paint you a picture of the queen.