I've become a drunken bum. I bought a jacket for £2 with brass buttons, I have secret rum and tonic. On stage is a middle-aged gent with an electric keyboard or possibly a synth.
I'm not listening. I'm bored so I head to the door, the girl who was stood six foot away from me often last night looks cute in the daytime and returns my drunken smile/leer.
MJ Hibbett and a girl who was introduced earlier wave, smiling and I smile back, the sun shines and I still have lots of rum and tonic left.
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