The Spyglass


Cheered by the jungle and shipwreck
Of a one-legged Hollywood legend -
Walrus moustache, 
A well-travelled rough-tweed jacket -
The yarn of adventurers, writers, old money -
A glimpse through an archway.
What fool would ignore
The clues that lead to destiny?

A friendly blues-voiced regular
Who'd topped the bill at the Hundred Club
Tapping,  from a soft blue pack,  Gauloises;
Maybe I could be an exploited talent too -
Or failing that,  a velvet essayist
Snoozing in a hat by humid seas.

The Seventies in Earls Court Road -
An amiable Interzone
Where everyone is celebrating something -
Even if it's only the calming assurance
Things won't go back the way they were.
Hookahs and pastries, dealers in doorways;
The favourable ambush
Of the sheltering pub.



The May moon rose over the black steep.