I was driving through gentle Wareham, past the almshouses -
I turned up the volume as high as I dared -
I remembered listening to this song when I was twenty one -
I'd spent the evening with a slim girl in a high ceilinged room - there was a kitchen full of bottles -
One night, I'd swum in the moonlit pool -
Phil Manzerana's feverish saxophone was just as I'd heard it, in that different world -
In the rear view mirror, for a few seconds, I saw my younger face -
The Cross
Wareham
11.30
Friday 20 March 2015
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