A silk scarf still wrapped around his neck ...

When that door opens I expect him to walk in Richard said - 

So did I - 

This was the place he called the tavern -

He'd stand there, before the bar, a silk scarf wrapped around his neck - 

Casting his words and smile - 

I remembered him playing the guitar one gaudy night - 

Still young then - 

Earlier that night, standing by a jukebox in another tavern - 

Bruce Springsteen singing - 

I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book - 

The glamour of that song and moment - 

It was true what Richard said - 

Any moment he might walk in - 

Bought back to life - 

Shaped by our memory - 

A silk scarf still wrapped around his neck - 

20.00

Tuesday 18 December 2018

Southsea