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 ten punt note

rescued from her purse.

 

There were brown laces

in my black brogues. 

I was whistling.

I had not washed in two 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

 

◄ Bloody Valentine

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Tommy Carroll

Sun 6th May 2018 20:28

Cynthia ta lah Tommy

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Tommy Carroll

Sun 6th May 2018 20:28

JD - cheers sir. Tommy

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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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