That was a morning ...

Cliff played a few bluesy late night chords on his guitar -

 

We were among the last to leave The Golden Eagle - 

The man with a sad tangled beard had put down his glass - 

The Christians had left an hour ago -

Lou smiled her scary smile - 

Outside foxes walked the narrow streets - 

The Albanians were smoking Minsk Superslims - 

Richard asked if I remembered driving to Dungeness - 

Two bottles of Pinotage he said - 

Whiskies at midnight - 

That was a morning - 

11.55

Monday 3 July 2017

The Golden Eagle

Southsea