Stockholm
Moira said grumpily
I wanted
to go to Greece
but the **** war
put a stop
to that
she was sitting
with me
in a small café
she was in denim
with a pink blouse
smoking
a menthol cigarette
I like it here
I said
it's clean
and the girls
are nice and ****
and I am not?
she said
staring at me
her Scottish tones
sharp as razors
present company
included
I said smiling
she didn't smile
her lips were thin
and her eyes
were icy blue
I think have
Swedish roots
I said
she inhaled
and looked away
I’m fed up
she said
that Yank woman
is getting to me
with her talk
of men and ***
and how much
she can have them
eating out
of her hand
and I have to share
a tent with the *****
why she can't share
with the men
in camp
is beyond me
I don't fancy her
at all
I said
I should hope not
Moira said
I had you down
as one with taste
I lit a cigarette
and watched her
sitting opposite
she sipped
her *** and cola
your brother said
you were engaged
I said
what's that to you?
she said
nothing except
I can't imagine you
engaged to anyone
well I’m not
any more
I gave him the elbow
always after
getting me
into his bed
after a night out
what's wrong
with men
can't they just
have a night out
without ***
guess not
I said
I drank my beer
and studied her
moody features
anyway
she said
hope you're not
expecting anything
after this wee
drink and smoke?
I wouldn’t dream of it
I said
but I had
but I didn't her
well not
at that time
I had to wait
for her mood
to clear
and her heart
to soften
and the Yank dame
to take a hike
to some guy's bed
and I made plans
but only
in my young guy's head.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
Stockholm
Moira said grumpily
I wanted
to go to Greece
but the **** war
put a stop
to that
she was sitting
with me
in a small café
she was in denim
with a pink blouse
smoking
a menthol cigarette
I like it here
I said
it's clean
and the girls
are nice and ****
and I am not?
she said
staring at me
her Scottish tones
sharp as razors
present company
included
I said smiling
she didn't smile
her lips were thin
and her eyes
were icy blue
I think have
Swedish roots
I said
she inhaled
and looked away
I’m fed up
she said
that Yank woman
is getting to me
with her talk
of men and ***
and how much
she can have them
eating out
of her hand
and I have to share
a tent with the *****
why she can't share
with the men
in camp
is beyond me
I don't fancy her
at all
I said
I should hope not
Moira said
I had you down
as one with taste
I lit a cigarette
and watched her
sitting opposite
she sipped
her *** and cola
your brother said
you were engaged
I said
what's that to you?
she said
nothing except
I can't imagine you
engaged to anyone
well I’m not
any more
I gave him the elbow
always after
getting me
into his bed
after a night out
what's wrong
with men
can't they just
have a night out
without ***
guess not
I said
I drank my beer
and studied her
moody features
anyway
she said
hope you're not
expecting anything
after this wee
drink and smoke?
I wouldn’t dream of it
I said
but I had
but I didn't her
well not
at that time
I had to wait
for her mood
to clear
and her heart
to soften
and the Yank dame
to take a hike
to some guy's bed
and I made plans
but only
in my young guy's head.
BOY AND GIRL IN STOCKHOLM IN 1974.
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