Sting was fabulously wealthy

But short

When I saw him in the King’s Cross Dawn

“Hello, Sting!” I said

“Good morning, chaps,” he said to me and Warren

Warren was my mate

He was getting on an early morning bus

And heading north

Leaving Sydney behind forever

Sting’s two big, beefy bouncers

Looked like they were glaring at us

Behind their sunglasses

So we scrammed

Time was running short anyway

We ate pancakes

Drank coffee

Made farewell small talk

As he got on the bus

Warren paused on the step

turned back and said

“Have a nice life”

And I did

I hope he did too