London Town
I remember washing in your rusty water
in a cold water flat in Ealing
With mildew creeping up the wall
and cracks upon the ceiling.
I remember Smoke and noise
and beers inside the local
Through the fug of cigarettes
you couldn't get too focal
I remember in the park
skimming stones at lunchtime
waiting for the winter dark
to face up to the crunch time.
I remember learning lines
and talking to my reflection
trying to get the diction time
and find some introspection
Cold mornings where the pidgeons crowd
and black cabs splash the puddles
the air brakes on the big red bus
and bus stop crowds that huddle
I remember Regents park
the great big georgian houses
and conversations after dark
Where we'd pretend to be the spouses
of the rich and famous we'd become
I wonder if you made it?
I saw you on the TV once
and then it must have faded.
My days of stage are long long gone
the boards are done & dusted
My sight is worse my hearings done
and my bones all creaked and crusted
But I remember London town and I remember you
I love the solo saxaphone of the busker in Waterloo
The endless summers, the cold dark nights
The autumns and the springs delights
They still take me back to watch the lights
swinging on the embankment
Reflecting puddles flickering white
like the Thames has an enchantment
Yes I remember your rusty water
the cold water flat in Ealing
The mildew climbing up the wall
and the cracks upon the ceiling......
23/11/2004
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