Lonely City
I dragged my loneliness
down Rose Street ,
looking for a cold one,
and we watched a dancer
lose her top
every third record
in this wee corner pub.
I doubt she
was even a native
Edinburgher, perhaps
some foreign
worker or poor student.
We weren't brave enough to
chat her up
but the girl never showed
the next night, nor the next.
In the end
I had to go home but
my loneliness said he'd
stay and wait
for her. 'I feel quite at
home here,' he said, and grinned.
No Comments Posted!