As I came
from the Embankment
underground station
towards Charing Cross
I saw Julie standing
looking in
a shop window
she looked thin
in the jeans
and yellow tee-shirt
her hair was drawn back
in a ponytail
she saw me
and walked towards me
thought I’d meet you here
she said
got bored waiting
in Trafalgar Square
ok
I said
good that you're here
we kissed and walked
hand in hand
up to Charing Cross
how are you?
I asked
******
she said
the doctors
have been on my case
all week
and the nurses
have been
breathing down my neck
into everything I do
can't even go
to the bog
without them
standing outside the door
in case I’m shooting up
and are you?
I asked
course not
where am I
going to get anything
to shoot up?
we came to the road
and crossed
at the lights
and into Charing Cross Road
I missed you
she said
missed you too
I said
wish I had
a photo of you
to put by my bed
can't get one
she said
the parents won't bring
a thing from home
unless you have a camera?
no I don't
have a camera
I said
shame
she said
I’m going
to a jazz concert
next week
I said
jazz? yuk
she said
I’d rather
have an enema
who are you seeing?
Charles Lloyd
jazz sax guy
but I can see you
in the day time
it's in the evening
she looked at me
we could try book
into that crazy hotel again
for a few hours
she said
get that same room
and bed
today?
I asked
no next week
she said
OK
I said
I’ll ring through tonight
she smiled
give me something
to look forward to
all week
get me through
the nonsense
with the docs and nurses
we went into
Leicester Square
and into a café
for two coffees
and a slice
of chocolate cake each
and I studied
her face
and small *******
just out of reach.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 2:12 AM UTC
As I came
from the Embankment
underground station
towards Charing Cross
I saw Julie standing
looking in
a shop window
she looked thin
in the jeans
and yellow tee-shirt
her hair was drawn back
in a ponytail
she saw me
and walked towards me
thought I’d meet you here
she said
got bored waiting
in Trafalgar Square
ok
I said
good that you're here
we kissed and walked
hand in hand
up to Charing Cross
how are you?
I asked
******
she said
the doctors
have been on my case
all week
and the nurses
have been
breathing down my neck
into everything I do
can't even go
to the bog
without them
standing outside the door
in case I’m shooting up
and are you?
I asked
course not
where am I
going to get anything
to shoot up?
we came to the road
and crossed
at the lights
and into Charing Cross Road
I missed you
she said
missed you too
I said
wish I had
a photo of you
to put by my bed
can't get one
she said
the parents won't bring
a thing from home
unless you have a camera?
no I don't
have a camera
I said
shame
she said
I’m going
to a jazz concert
next week
I said
jazz? yuk
she said
I’d rather
have an enema
who are you seeing?
Charles Lloyd
jazz sax guy
but I can see you
in the day time
it's in the evening
she looked at me
we could try book
into that crazy hotel again
for a few hours
she said
get that same room
and bed
today?
I asked
no next week
she said
OK
I said
I’ll ring through tonight
she smiled
give me something
to look forward to
all week
get me through
the nonsense
with the docs and nurses
we went into
Leicester Square
and into a café
for two coffees
and a slice
of chocolate cake each
and I studied
her face
and small *******
just out of reach.
BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON N 1967
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