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Poetry I Miss Your Smile

The World Between the Words
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It’s been more than 50 years.
Same man, I think;

couple of stone,
slight stoop,
less hair,
gammy leg.

Not much wiser.

I remember that time:
that night in ‘The Locarno’.

All you guys not in my life anymore.

What happened to you, Big Dave?
The best scrapper down our street.
You saved my arse a few times.
Glad you were on my side

And Josie! What went wrong?
We skinned each other’s heart.
I hope life’s been good to you,
it turned out fairly well for me.

What are you doing now, Bob?
You had me in stitches, man!
Did you ever get to India?
In that Mini Clubman?
Sorry I couldn’t go,
regretted that.

And Maggie,
our Maggie May,
so tragic in the end.
I never realised the truth.
I still picture you… so beautiful.

And Satinder Singh Sehmi (Satchmo).
Always worried about your turban.
Hated blokes staring at it.
Just ignore them.
No one will bother you.
Not with all us around you,
not with Big Dave on your side.

Did you make it as a model, Debs?
“Call me, ‘Brown Sugar’,” you said.
You were certainly that, kiddo.
How famous did you get?
Was it you in that song?

Fantastic night on the town.
Never been so drunk in my life.

You must have sunk ten pints, Dave!
You were a smashing dancer, Sue Brown.
Hey Satchmo! You said you couldn’t drink.

Bob and Maggie smooching the night away.
Christopher Boyd carrying me back home.
Jonesy waffling about joining the army.

Then those two policemen appearing.
Me shouting, “Stuff the coppers!”

Tim Daly clamping my mouth.
Bob slurring, “Solly Ozifers.”

“Get him home,” they said.
Big Dave sitting on me.

Policemen laughing,
really good sports.

Satchmo singing
(bloody awful).

Josie laughing
(girly giggles).

Debs singing
(wonderful).

Josie crying
(crazy girl).

Me singing
(aarrgh).

Me crying
(oh no).

I miss
your
smile.
 

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