Hi Sally,
I've been writing and writing about this poor guy in Prague for quite a
while now. It seems I'm finally getting to see him in intimate moments as
well as when he's with others.
But don't worry - he's not like this all the time! Just when he's waiting
for his coffee to cool!
I'm changing the last line... perhaps have it as, "before my cup's half
empty they get sung." - or something like that!
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: When Not Having A Guitar...
>Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2006 13:03:38 +0100
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>This is a sad poem Bob I like it but am not so sure about the last line.
>Bw Sally J
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>>From: Bob Cooper <[log in to unmask]>
>>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>>To: [log in to unmask]
>>Subject: When Not Having A Guitar...
>>Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2006 15:17:01 +0000
>>
>>All coments welcome:
>>
>>When Not Having A Guitar To Play The Blues
>>
>>It might be thought when I walk the streets I’m a citizen.
>>I’m even mumbled to in Czech. But even though I stroll quickly,
>>have a casual knowledge of currency, choosing coins by touch,
>>and seeing when the adverts on the Metro have changed,
>>here is still elsewhere. I’m aware of swearwords, bus-stops, local pubs
>>no-one here will know. And when the washing up’s done,
>>my coffee’s cooling, I close my eyes, hear rhythms that need lyrics
>>and in moments no-one’s aware of they get sung.
>>
>>Bob Cooper
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