Sea Port Pub Lament

Hebridean Princess lays bow to the wind

Grey clouds scud across the sky
Old face, eye blackened, greets by the pub door
Pint poured as I enter
Money traded for amber, fair exchange
Weak bulbs light the gloom
Bass guitar and Platinum records on the wall
Tiffany style lampshades on the bar
Garish colours advertise Coca Cola
Lifeless painted faces stare from below the bar
One-armed bandit flashes in the corner
Pool table slumbers in the back room, green and brown
Pub slowly wakes
Remember when fishermen stood thirsty and tired at the bar
Now the pub stands almost deserted since the port died
Old Bob’s crutch leans against the window ledge
Another draught of amber, music changes
Tobacco beckons
Friendly wolf peers out from my Zippo as I light up
First drag
Weak yellow light from blackened bulbs shines on brass beer pumps
1664 was a good year…

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