Earlies

Cakebrick road in summer 1981, we shared a house and garden

At the height of all the bombing, on the run in busy, hazy london

Through t-shirt breezes walking home from work

County kilburn sun

Weekends we'd just wash away the dirt of busy, hazy london

The night grew cold, the thames is old

Found that manners count for nothing and it took

A welshman in his forties

Guinness elbows rest upon a tabletop

The two of us on earlies

Three feet of snow fell on the walnut road

Two feet trudged

Round the corner came the sound of bad dreams

The flame is old. The thames is cold.

Cakebrick road in summer 1981, we left a house and garden

On the corner boys, best of friends?