A waistcoat made of yellow feathers ...

I'm in The Rex, waiting for the red curtains to part - 

It's an early evening show, a silver screening - 

On Sundays, there are sub titles for the hard of hearing - 

I gulp down my bumper of Shiraz - 

In two months time, the thought comes to me me, I'll be one of Philip Larkin's old fools - 

I'll wear a flat cap and a waxed jacket - 

But underneath it I'll wear a waistcoat made of yellow feathers - 

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Tuesday 31 January 2017

The Rex

Wareham