Monday, 23 January 2017

Pre-match peaceful pub poem #1

Peaceful Pre-match Pub Poem #1


The sun glints off the arse of a

Tennants tin in the scruff of the

car park. The weed of expectation


pokes it’s head through crack of the

day, as The Eagle and Tun in the

city of Brum, takes us in before noon.


Our six-foot host’s FA cup-coloured

whiskers, point “The Only Way is Up” –

No. 1 in the charts, last time these


snooper’s walls were licked by paint,

not darts. Perfect peaceful empty pub,

pints down, pool elbows sharp,


before the swall of a John Martin

painting, this more a John Martin

song, spot-on for the mood.


The blackboard boasts:

“Traditional Curry”

and strangely, also “Food”.


The scent is an ale and Bombay mix,

the carpets nod to Persian, the

jukebox plays any song you want,


as long as it's the reggae version.

There’s time and space to contemplate,

there’s bleachy pristine bogs,


some may say this part of town, has

gone all to the dogs, but here I find a

proper peace, on a blue-nose


blue-collar patch. The sunny, nervous,

half-cut hour, shame we spoiled it

by going to the match.

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