Monday, September 5, 2011

Bamfylde Road? How much?

I remember how the clouds glowed pink
Like with fire
Aloof from the town's skyline
Aloof from my business
From fears

I could smell the burning oil
The sound of the frying pan
In that tea shop
I used to wish I was a million miles away
And pretend like I was

I had just enough money for a taxi ride
And I was happy
Though I didn't tell myself that
I couldn't. I don't think I knew

And the summer evening would wane
Under my watch
The clouds would slowly burn out
Leaving a grey dull residue
And I would know
It was time to hail a taxi
Reciting those well rehearsed lines -

Bamfylde Road? How much?

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