Of empty bottles and of autumn breaks.
Antique road shows and music halls
Where the lovers dance so smoothly.
City lamps and speakeasies damp
With spilt scotch over a brawl.
‘Don’t leave me like this’, she pleads
as he recalls his first juvenile kiss.
The old man has a cane at sunrise
Why did he venture out this black Friday?
‘I am a liability! My left side is nothing.
I can’t write letters or eat!’
Maybe he always goes in there.
Maybe they ignore him.
London is the worst place to see the best,
And the best place to see the worst.
Jonathan Small is back where he belongs, but where is his William. Sigh.
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