My loose checked tie
Not knowing where she was
I strolled
along the sodden broken
street.
My hands pocketed, clutching
the purloined
'tenner' in my right hand-
whistling.
Not washed in three days
I boulevarded
with open jacket and loose
checked tie-
acknowledging the askance
looks
with a cheeky grin.
How great the feeling-
a whole
day ahead to drink
ten pints
of creamy porter
and to finish
off-
a hot fish and chip
supper.
She had better
'ave laid
a big warm fire.
(Dublin 1964)
words and foto by Tommy Carroll
Laura Taylor
Mon 21st Nov 2011 09:55
Intrigued by the Dublin reference. You can't be much older than me Tommy, so you would have only been a babe/child in 64, if indeed born at all.
Besides that, I really like this piece, so rich with images...the not washing, the sodden broken street, the anticipation of the 'hot' fish and chip supper. I want porter and chips now! I like the syntax used, too, in those last 3 lines.