Through the back of the bus I see the world away from the studio.
The sky is polluted but I only see shapes in the clouds.
The road is bumpy but I feel a velvety ride.
And my mates are laughing,
but all I see is Brian and his fate.
We're going on stage soon,
but I wish to see more than the thousands of fans who love we.
My mind won't be there.
YOU ARE READING
Breakdown
Historical FictionA series of vignettes on the self destructive life of Brian Jones through the eyes of Keith Richards. My goal was to tell the story of an unspoken voice.
