A DRAYMAN`S DREAM: NEWCASTLE 1970
A saveloy for tea
and I think of Lichtenstein, in excess,
Five bridges and a haze of Brown Ale.
Scottish & Newcastle and a drayman`s dream
in a troubled city.
Winter congests the movement of traffic
where second hand light dims
the minds of officemen,
starves the greed of Aldermen.
car parks behind women in bikinis
and soft light sprinkles over Percy Street.
Christmas is somewhere about.
Expensive toys for each
generation to play with.
Christmas crackers and
a tired old family joke.
A meeting between strangers,
frivolous over a pie and a pint.
Meaningless words of conversation
disappear in the mingle
of cool black sweaters
and trouser suits.
A black and white evening
in the saveloy snack bar,
where tables are scratched with
expressions of discontentment
and a waitress cannot
erase the memory of the night before.
A bleak cold sweeps up from the river
and a weary horse
clatters over cobblestones to Gallowgate.
Long after St. Thomas` clock
and another dawn of a damp December day,
A quiet war is being waged.
Poem: Geoff Holland 1970
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