ONE FOR THE ROAD
Two ageing musicians recount stories
of an inglorious episode shared,
drink does the talking.
They are merely bystanders in a vivid tapestry
strewn like shroud over a past
almost forgotten by the masses -
radio broadcasts, theatre pits,
sleazy nightclubs, outdoor events
where clouds bent their heads in curiosity.
:Lights in the pub reflect off glasses, rose tinted,
names recalled - whatever happened to?
a moment of loss accepted at this vast age conjoined.
They must part soon, there is an uncaring and sad quality
in the speeding crowds outside
who know only their own moments
pale in comparison,
like new draughts untried at the pumps.
raypool
Sun 3rd Apr 2022 12:19
That's a great idea Graham. It's the stuff of life particularly in the latter years. We have missed the socializing element in recent times.
Thanks Stephen. An interesting thing about poetry is how someone can respond from actual experience expressed in a poem. As a musician one always left a thronging atmosphere to go home alone and I used to enjoy the empty streets of London as company. Strange! I remember doing a gig at Lords, as I have at many horse racing venues and even football stadiums. People's ears are the same everywhere basically.
Ray