quinta-feira, outubro 29

peckam pub

the kid playing pool with his grandfather
jumps and hops over the table,
tries to sink the yellow balls, but
he misses them all

- so his granddad follows his dance.

as i'm drinking alone and writing
gentleman come to offer me wine,
ask if my leopard shoes bite, and
i smile, and 
i grin, and 
i laugh!

the youth ones drink stouts and play darts, but 
who cares?
i keep my attention on the gold generation
because,

there's nothing wrong 
in helping a young man win,

and

there's nothing wrong 
in keeping an old man's hope,

- so i follow their dance.