Friday, 21 March 2014

Eric Money and his Loose Change

played blues in a bar, 
windslapped on the marshes.
Honkytonk piano, slide guitar
fretless bass, congas.
They were cool. I wasn't. 
But I was young
and you were with me
and held my hand 
when it was time to leave.

In the dark car park 
under a fruit machine sky
you kissed me
and cashed out 
the loose change 
in my heart,
left me jangled
and discharged,
a disarmed bandit:
lever pulled
and wrung apart.





Published 9/9/16 at Page & Spine
http://www.pagespineficshowcase.com/index.html





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