![]() MEETING FOR COFFEE AND SUCH IN 1967.A Poem by Terry Collett![]() A BOY AND GIRL MEET IN 1967 IN LONDON.![]() ![]() As I came from the Embankment underground station towards Charing Cross I saw Julie standing looking in a shop window she looked thin in the jeans and yellow tee-shirt her hair was drawn back in a ponytail she saw me and walked towards me thought I’d meet you here she said got bored waiting in Trafalgar Square ok I said good that you're here we kissed and walked hand in hand up to Charing Cross how are you? I asked fucked she said the doctors have been on my case all week and the nurses have been breathing down my neck into everything I do can't even go to the bog without them standing outside the door in case I’m shooting up and are you? I asked course not where am I going to get anything to shoot up? we came to the road and crossed at the lights and into Charing Cross Road I missed you she said missed you too I said wish I had a photo of you to put by my bed can't get one she said the parents won't bring a thing from home unless you have a camera? no I don't have a camera I said shame she said I’m going to a jazz concert next week I said jazz? yuk she said I’d rather have an enema who are you seeing? Charles Lloyd jazz sax guy but I can see you in the day time it's in the evening she looked at me we could try book into that crazy hotel again for a few hours she said get that same room and bed today? I asked no next week she said OK I said I’ll ring through tonight she smiled give me something to look forward to all week get me through the nonsense with the docs and nurses we went into Leicester Square and into a café for two coffees and a slice of chocolate cake each and I studied her face and small breasts just out of reach. © 2014 Terry Collett |
Author![]() Terry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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