My loose checked tie

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My loose checked tie
 
Not knowing where she was
I strolled
along the sodden 
broken street.
 
My hands pocketed, 
I clutched the 'tenner'
stolen from her purse.
 
There were brown laces
in my black brogues. 
I was whistling.
I had not washed in three days
 
I boulevarded down Pierce street.
and skipped past 
O'Shaughnessy's provisions;
and Flannagan's Out-fitters-
quite aware of my indebtedness 
to both proprieters.
 
I sported an
open jacket and loose
checked tie-
acknowledging all 
side-ways looks
with a cheeky grin.
 
How great the feeling was-
a whole day ahead to drink.
Ten pints of creamy porter
and to finish off- 
a hot fish and chip supper.
 
She better
'ave laid
a big warm fire.
 
(Dublin 1964)
 
Reworked
 

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 17th Mar 2012 18:17

This is good.

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Tommy Carroll

Sun 11th Mar 2012 10:29

You are so correct on all counts JD :o)

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John Duffus

Fri 9th Mar 2012 14:05

There's a whiff of J P Donleavy here, or even a character out of The Dubliners/Ulysses. I like the conversational language, almost absent-minded drift of this. Propieters = Proprietors I think, sorry to be pedantic!

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