Nima looked bored
as we walked
the art gallery
she was only allowed out
of the hospital
for a few hours
promising no drug fixes
or *****
can't we go elsewhere?
she asked
bored here
I felt her boredom
it seeped into my bones
let's go for a coffee
I said
so we went for a coffee
in a coffee bar
across the road
and had a smoke
you were late
she said
I only have a few hours
out of that mad house
sorry I popped
into the jazz record shop
and left me waiting
in Trafalgar Square
she said
what did you buy?
nothing yet
I said
I'll go back later
saw a Coltrane LP I liked
I said
***** that jazz stuff
she said
we drained our coffees
and walked back
to the train station
and I saw her
on her train
and kissed her
at the window
and the train went off
and I watched
until she was out of sight
then back tracked
to the jazz record shop
to buy the Coltrane LP
thinking of Nima
and the time
we had a ***
in that cheap hotel
by Charing Cross
and the bed creaking
and the odd
hot and cold water taps
and she and I
laying there
I walked back
to the gallery
for a last look around
thinking of the Coltrane
and the Coltrane sound.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
Nima looked bored
as we walked
the art gallery
she was only allowed out
of the hospital
for a few hours
promising no drug fixes
or *****
can't we go elsewhere?
she asked
bored here
I felt her boredom
it seeped into my bones
let's go for a coffee
I said
so we went for a coffee
in a coffee bar
across the road
and had a smoke
you were late
she said
I only have a few hours
out of that mad house
sorry I popped
into the jazz record shop
and left me waiting
in Trafalgar Square
she said
what did you buy?
nothing yet
I said
I'll go back later
saw a Coltrane LP I liked
I said
***** that jazz stuff
she said
we drained our coffees
and walked back
to the train station
and I saw her
on her train
and kissed her
at the window
and the train went off
and I watched
until she was out of sight
then back tracked
to the jazz record shop
to buy the Coltrane LP
thinking of Nima
and the time
we had a ***
in that cheap hotel
by Charing Cross
and the bed creaking
and the odd
hot and cold water taps
and she and I
laying there
I walked back
to the gallery
for a last look around
thinking of the Coltrane
and the Coltrane sound.
A BOY AND GIRL AND A QUICK DATE IN 1967
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