Four Joes

It was dusk and I was in the town of Kinross. I wanted to get to Perth and so I decided to jog overland. This I did in the gathering darkness, 12 miles in an hour, not bad going.
In the High Street I was looking for a joiner by the name of Joe Brown. I found him looking like a cross between the singer and the rock climber.
I talked to him about a window that I had repaired at the request of Joe the artist.
I took him to view my repair down a richly tiled High Street close at a Therapy Centre.
We were offered a cup of tea then I took him to the room with the window repair.
Oddly the room now had no windows.
Perhaps my repair had gone too far.