A ROOM AT THE TOP.

A BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1967

It was a room
at the top of the building

music being played
from some hifi system

and Judy said
you dance quite well

thanks
you said

haven’t seen you
here before

she looked at you
with her dark eyes

I come for the drug aid
they help me here

to get of the junk
oh right

you replied
looking for signs

of needle marks
or signs in the eyes

you take junk?
No I’m a booze clown

you said
she nodded

and danced to the music
for a moment or so

my parents are doctors
in the City and have put me

in the hospital but I get out
for a few hours

and they let me
come here for the help

you looked at her dressed
in her tight slacks

and over long jumper
her breasts small

compact
untouchable

her hips swaying
to the music’s beat

the way she moved
drawing you in

smelling her scent
her words lost

in a singer’s voice
a guitar whining

in and out
maybe I can come see you  

you have to shout
over the music’s rising sound

sure
she said

moving her neat a*s
as she moved around

and she whispered
the address and where

the hospital was
and how to get there

then she was whisked away
by some guy

with a drugged out
look in his eye

and you watched her sway
moving off

going slowly
but sexily away.