Hi Sally,
Thanks for the comments.
This is one of those pieces that happened as it's told it happened.
The problem now is I've focused so much on the poem I've almost forgotten 
that it happened!
All I've thought about it since is that the couple of musicians knew just 
what they were doing...
(I wonder if there were a few punks at the tables they'd have played some 
Sex Pistols?)
Bob

>From: Sally James <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: Re: Every Sha-la-la-la
>Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2006 22:58:08 +0100
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>I like this poem Bob. I too like observing people whilst in cafes and this 
>is good observation, the way the people go silent as they listen to the 
>words of a popular song and then resume their chatter  when they hear 
>Vivaldi.  I find it rather a sad poem in places but also has a cheerful 
>effect at the end. I think it is good how you have captured the changing 
>mood of the people by describing their actions as they listen to differant 
>types of music. I also like the words " another season"  which denotes the 
>passing of time as it brings people back to reality.  bw sally j
>
>
>>From: Bob Cooper <[log in to unmask]>
>>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>>To: [log in to unmask]
>>Subject: Every Sha-la-la-la
>>Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2006 14:23:42 +0000
>>
>>All commments welcome!
>>
>>Every Sha-la-la-la
>>
>>Two students play violin and cello,
>>intricate Vivaldi, then slow things down
>>The Carpenters: Yesterday Once More
>>
>>and those at the street café tables
>>from Kansas, Castleford, the two men in kilts,
>>stop saying things, only touch their drinks,
>>
>>and look different. Every face shows something
>>about who they once were, what they know.
>>Then it’s Vivaldi again, another season,
>>
>>and, as chatter rises, laughter clatters each table,
>>shifts the weight on each chair. More beer is ordered,
>>froth slides down each emptied glass.
>>
>>
>>Bob Cooper