Tonight it is standing room only
Leaning on each other
Leaning into each other
Leaning and singing to each other
Joining in with the young people
Joining in with the band
Everyone tonight is happy
Be happy or else be damned
The doors open
Crowds tumble out
Into the night air
Onto the night-time streets
Past the down and outs
Bedding down beside the canal
Past the drunks and the druggies
On their way to they know not where
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Saturday, 10 August 2019
Friday, 9 August 2019
Where Do You Go To My Lovely (Peter Sarstedt)
With each turn
I turn away
With each turn away
I return ever stronger
What I learn
I choose to say
I learn to choose to say
Stay a few more moments longer
With each loss
I lose a little more
I lose loss that little more
Each day to become stronger
What I gloss over
Is the determination to move on
I gloss that to move on over
I am sure to be alive a little longer
I turn away
With each turn away
I return ever stronger
What I learn
I choose to say
I learn to choose to say
Stay a few more moments longer
With each loss
I lose a little more
I lose loss that little more
Each day to become stronger
What I gloss over
Is the determination to move on
I gloss that to move on over
I am sure to be alive a little longer
Thursday, 8 August 2019
Born In The USA (Bruce Springsteen)
I have been there
Didn’t I just go on and on
About Monet’s painting
In the Museum Of Modern Art
The hairs on my neck bristling
From quite a distance away
Before hiding my head in the footwell
As we drove through the Bronx
Also
The abject change of lifestyle
Across the traffic lights
Of Fifth Avenue
Oh and don’t let me forget
That bookshop in Santa Monica
Where I bought Calvino’s Invisible Cities
Along with postcards to write if not post
Didn’t I just go on and on
About Monet’s painting
In the Museum Of Modern Art
The hairs on my neck bristling
From quite a distance away
Before hiding my head in the footwell
As we drove through the Bronx
Also
The abject change of lifestyle
Across the traffic lights
Of Fifth Avenue
Oh and don’t let me forget
That bookshop in Santa Monica
Where I bought Calvino’s Invisible Cities
Along with postcards to write if not post
Wednesday, 7 August 2019
All The Young Dudes (Mott The Hoople)
High waist
Lime-green satin trousers
Skin-tight to the thighs
Intense bell bottoms
To cover the Cuban heels
A dyed-red safari jacket
With sleeve ends
Of deepest-purple calf leather
West-Coast American bands
Grateful Dead and the like
Not ideally suited
To the English downpours
Not ideally suited
To the English tastes in music
Rather we preferred The Who
Followed by José Feliciano
Lime-green satin trousers
Skin-tight to the thighs
Intense bell bottoms
To cover the Cuban heels
A dyed-red safari jacket
With sleeve ends
Of deepest-purple calf leather
West-Coast American bands
Grateful Dead and the like
Not ideally suited
To the English downpours
Not ideally suited
To the English tastes in music
Rather we preferred The Who
Followed by José Feliciano
Tuesday, 6 August 2019
I Heard It Through The Grapevine (Marvyn Gaye)
Youth clubs
And teenage disappointments
Playing at being the DJ
Wearing skin-tight sky-blue jeans
You thought she smiled at you
You thought she said hello
Her friend said: my friend
Wants to go out with you
What might you now need to know
Conversation was not a problem
Until the two of you were left alone
Dancing in a group came easy
Her style being
To quietly command the zone
But then came the night of the all-nighter
Together in joined-up sleeping bags
The fondling and the pretend sleeping
Before your hopes began to flag
And teenage disappointments
Playing at being the DJ
Wearing skin-tight sky-blue jeans
You thought she smiled at you
You thought she said hello
Her friend said: my friend
Wants to go out with you
What might you now need to know
Conversation was not a problem
Until the two of you were left alone
Dancing in a group came easy
Her style being
To quietly command the zone
But then came the night of the all-nighter
Together in joined-up sleeping bags
The fondling and the pretend sleeping
Before your hopes began to flag
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