Paul Buchanan was singing -
His voice was full of longing, pure and sad -
Do I love you ? Yes I love you -
Oh men and women -
We were listening to him singing in the near empty bar -
There was a girl with ripped jeans -
Two glasses on the table -
It was like being inside a painting by Edward Hopper -
Each moment stilled, just before midnight -
Waiting to walk in the wounded streets -
Rain falling from the starless sky -
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Tuesday 18 December 2018
Southsea
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