O the rain yesterday
Miriam says
didn't it come down?
I thought once
in San Sabastian
all would be well
and then it poured
I sit next to her
in the camp cafe
others from the coach
were there
some looked fed up
with the weather
I know
the guide said to me
and the ex-army guy
there's your tent
down in the field
and it was pouring
down with rain
and we could hardly see
and the ex-army guy
says to me
what the heck
I thought
by coming here
I'd get away
from manoeuvres
what's he like?
she asks
he's ok I guess
I say
bet you wish
it was me
in your tent?
she says
be a bit crowded
three of us
not with him
just me and you
o sure
that'd go down
a bundle with him
and others
I say
but I like to think
it was possible
especially as
the ex-army guy
kept me awake
a good part
of the night
moaning about
his mother's
new boyfriend
and how he gets
on his nerves
and how the army
was once his life
anyway maybe later
we can
she says
I nod
and think of her
on the journey
down from Paris
on the coach
her next to me
the dim lights
on the coach
through the Parisian night
us kissing
and such
doing all right.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
O the rain yesterday
Miriam says
didn't it come down?
I thought once
in San Sabastian
all would be well
and then it poured
I sit next to her
in the camp cafe
others from the coach
were there
some looked fed up
with the weather
I know
the guide said to me
and the ex-army guy
there's your tent
down in the field
and it was pouring
down with rain
and we could hardly see
and the ex-army guy
says to me
what the heck
I thought
by coming here
I'd get away
from manoeuvres
what's he like?
she asks
he's ok I guess
I say
bet you wish
it was me
in your tent?
she says
be a bit crowded
three of us
not with him
just me and you
o sure
that'd go down
a bundle with him
and others
I say
but I like to think
it was possible
especially as
the ex-army guy
kept me awake
a good part
of the night
moaning about
his mother's
new boyfriend
and how he gets
on his nerves
and how the army
was once his life
anyway maybe later
we can
she says
I nod
and think of her
on the journey
down from Paris
on the coach
her next to me
the dim lights
on the coach
through the Parisian night
us kissing
and such
doing all right.
A BOY AND GIRL ON THE ROAD PARIS TO SPAIN IN 1970.
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