Poetry Blog by David Cooke (2018)
Location! Location! Location! It’s a mantra
the upwardly mobile intone,
who have set up shop elsewhere –
catchpenny merchants with tricks up sleeves,
purveyors of pleasures and deals.
On a street where ripples of boom
and bust have long since subsided
beneath the tide of failure
the footfall of ‘three day millionaires’
kept all the rest in business.
Saturday 29th December 2018 10:07 am
The Waldorf was always Grandad’s hotel –
the place he had helped to build but never
got to stay in. From his room in the Bronx,
did he hop on the El to leave his mark
on Manhattan’s skyline? It’s too late now
to check the details, as I try at least
to plot his absent years back from the splash
of its opening to the Wall Street Crash.
Working out h...
Friday 21st December 2018 9:41 am
Home again each month like a stranger,
he has three days’ turnaround
between trips for you to wash
his gear – which leaves you
barely two when, on his final day,
you’d rinse off his luck.
So let him mooch with mates,
while you heat the copper and soak
his long johns, socks and ganseys
in that soup of frothing water,
teasing fibres matted
with blood, scales, sp...
Wednesday 21st March 2018 1:54 pm