Tenterhooks (a poem)

Inspired by the music…

Strings and parachutes
and coming in before the tape runs out

Coffee in the Village
never felt the same
without that crisp scent in the air

The one I couldn’t stand

Since they boarded up that ’90s shuffle
and replaced the bandstand
with changing rooms

I can no longer abide
smooth surfaces

(27 February 2019)


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