Norway Square Blues.
[St. Ives Literary Festival 2014]
Why don’t the poets turn up on time?
We’ve heard a few by the time others arrive
- the late poets.
We’re in a time warp,
guitars and sunshine,
a very quiet harmonica.
Cliches pile up
especially about women - oh dear
oh no - don’t
I’m cringing apprehensively now.
At least there’s a few here, thanks to the late poets
I can leave less obviously, shuddering,
but, maybe the cliches are a joke,
I’ve got it now
railroads and hound dogs
he’s got it before me, not just bourbon but tea
and everything as he says
is the blues
or will be.