I wonder to the bar and see lipstick tags holding on to lonely sticks. A stirring of moments, melting pots of relaxing reflection they called it dove. As your worries fly away with everyone you have, and then I'm served and done.
Collecting my shuffling skills to weave the ocean of others, our drinks we've been able to keep from sinking on others. Thirsty friends awaiting our return, like maidens on the shore, smiling a dislike for a wrong drink brought. acting childlike.
But he holds no argument as butts lay static. We were the sailors escaping the spray. Telling them of our journeys and sights seen, mouths a gasp at observing a beautiful scene. A number taken with but a glance of smiling eyes and with a drink brought clearly willing.
He knows that is for another time, as the street we surrender to. As hunger outweighs sweet perfumes enticing friends to anchor away from needing mates. Aromas perforate a needed outcome, handing over spare change to fulfil a nights hunger. Laughing as were old, never wishing we were younger.
As wisdom teaches that a fish may swim, but to much of a good thing can end in a whim. So one must always leave a little in a glass, for we need not want our slumber to be on grass. Awoken in our beds slighty misty eyed but a nice number in the phone and in my pocket a peanut?
and what it said back then on the railway bridge at Bloomfield Road (no longer there of course) was "You can spare me – it means only one less penny ice lolly from the corner shop !" (no longer there of course) and the train will make me huge (steam no longer here of course) and the others will laugh and cheer as you scramble down to the line place me centred and climb back up here again before the train shoots through to Central Station (no longer there of course).
Gigantic copper-coloured disc and this recall. Still talking half a century after.