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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The Juke Box Cafe, Eversholt Street

One note, long and low; held
as the heart beat accelerates.
The chest muscles of a young man
begin to ache, yearning for the release
of tension during an age, if not
of discovery, at least of exploration;
experimentation, which some might call
youthful exuberance.

                                    Meanwhile
a saxophone player
with whom
                                   someone’s mother
almost ran away.when she was barely seventeen
...............(which was not yesterday)

looks up from a newspaper
where he’s been checking classified ads
and searching jobs vacant columns
that seem never to have changed

and in an act of recognition,
recollection maybe, he smiles fondly
but not entirely happily. 

Shine on you crazy diamond

He played the part once, on stage
in a student union bar somewhere,
north of Wolverhampton.
The band was rocking.  He was
on fire

but the moment had passed.
It was all downhill
from there.



I'd been listening to Roger Waters on BBC Radio Four's Desert Island Discs
.

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