11-12-2025, 05:36 AM
Before the plastic plant-pots came
Past the whiskey gang
to the clatter of dominos,
hugs and a squeeze
from the blue rinse brigade.
every age collided
in a Friday night hemisphere.
Ten pence a song
or three for twenty,
the bright lights
and sticky bakelite buttons
pushed an era through
the walls, softly dancing
into every room, mixing
with conversation, synchronizing
inside laughter.
I sit, silent at the epicenter
nursing a pint of brown and mild
with a smile.
Past the whiskey gang
to the clatter of dominos,
hugs and a squeeze
from the blue rinse brigade.
every age collided
in a Friday night hemisphere.
Ten pence a song
or three for twenty,
the bright lights
and sticky bakelite buttons
pushed an era through
the walls, softly dancing
into every room, mixing
with conversation, synchronizing
inside laughter.
I sit, silent at the epicenter
nursing a pint of brown and mild
with a smile.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out