Through dark rainy streets
I run
Searching for a man whose face
Seems carved from flint
Years of knowledge
Have etched his face
A Scottish face
Of rugged landscape
I feel the cold
Seep in to my bones
Tonight I need
Someone who understands
He enters the room
Where he is well received
Orders a pint
Stands by the fire
By the overpass I stop
It’s raining hard now
Below me the motorway
Pounds with traffic
Soon he has company
A genial man
Just in time
For the second half
The motorway calls me
I climb onto the parapet
One last leap
And the rain would stop
The warm flames glow
Casting shadows in his features
His wit flows freely
Girls notice his eyes
The wind picks up
My blood runs cold
A cowardly end
To a miserable life
Another dram
Before you go
He’s been here two hours
The life and soul
For a second on the wind
I hear my mother
I climb down from the bridge
Wet to the bone
Gordie smiles
As I enter the bar
He hands me a drink
‘Your dry now son’