Tuesday 28 May 2013

GIG


meet him in a pub up TC road
get the table in the window/good for watching people
smokers
and wet tourists
and students flush with spirits
and the guy with the sandwich board
plugging
electrics

first round is
four beers/two scotches/two scotch and cokes
cost
god knows how many pounds for the two of us
and
off 
we
go - cold glass glory
and
we
suck on the ice
cos
its
summer

barman clears empties away with cautious eyes

till we don’t give a fuck about the gig 
not really
but
fall
onto the District Line anyway
and
go
out to Hammersmith cos its always out in Hammersmith

till
the other end i go looking for a toilet in some sad and busy mall
leaving
him
to get
in strong coffees slumped on some coffee chain table 
mumbling
what a good idea or whatever 
while i loose twenty-pence pieces 
all 
over 
the toilet floor

meet someone else in some wine bar for short drinks 
and sudden drugs
then buy a bottle - or two
in an offy
to smuggle into the place past weak searches
and buy tall cokes with ice
we
top up in the dark
and sweat out
in
the rock and humidity and sweat
while
beer-guys behind in a cheering row 
all
shirts-off and banned fags 
chuck warm beer all around

i dont remember who was playing




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