give us a tune, uncle!
by uzwi
Uncle Zip returns. He’s on the horizon. He’s in the room. He’s wearing his cheap sunglasses. “He’ll give us a tune on the old squeeze box!” He’ll give us a tune from his old song book, & send us home again. (All the tired clones gather round & a single Christmas orange falls from the naked sky.) The gifts of the Uncle.
the m john harrison blog 
Funny, I was thinking about him just the other day. beginning to feel like a tired old clone myself these days…