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WHEN PUBS HAD PIANOS
When I started freelance piano
London pubs were my salvation
I cut my teeth on lonely bars
in decrepit streets or bland estates.
Those hesitant efforts of mine rang out
to frame the lager and the stout
with familiar figures in leatherette chairs.
cardigans and flares with afro hairs.
Sleeves rolled up and braced for action
the working man and his satisfaction.
The sti...
Friday 17th July 2015 4:23 pm
MEMORY OF HEAT
The railway carriage, a lurching labyrinth
of doors corridors people crabbed in passing
had stopped with its locomotive up front
fuming with rage
held back by down signal on our cage
of viaduct leaning into a curve.
The day boiled, the rails hissed in waiting.
I looked at the street below active
and unaware of us.
Up close the racks and maps, smiling hills in paste...
Saturday 11th July 2015 10:06 pm
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