Wiping the Chair

You’ve really changed
I hope for the better
Do you remember
I’m not sure
You, you always wiped your chair
Before you sat down
Do you still do that
Not that I’m aware
And where are the
Subconscious subtitles
Anyway, it’s lovely to see you
Again, again, again
How are you, hello
Thank you for coming
You’ve not changed a bit
Well obviously
But your voice still sounds the same
I’d better be going now
At so many junctures
Junctions, junctures and crossroads
And crosswords left unfinished
Or papered over in thickest anaglypta
Come back soon, come back soon
See ya
Come back soon, come back soon