Friday 10 January 2014

Of irony and cool English pop


Past the new coffee place, a chilled refectory
close to the station and the chip shop
a cool black hulk, it invites you to stop
with its flyers for music and poetry.
In transit, from doorway to doorway
I observe them - the wraiths
the cold air silvers their breath –
the coming up and the going away.
It looms through the mist, like a ghost ship.
They are talking of music and Jean Genet
of irony and cool English pop.
Close to the station and the chip shop
in this Bohemia, this cabaret
thin young men are doing stand-up.

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