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Shirley
by
Originally published on April 1, 2016 in Poetry        


A guy makes a promise to a dying lover.

Since it got a nibby do dah I have reworked it and added the newer version below the original – any comment re which is best?


We will dance,
I promise you
Wild dervish dances
And sing
With curtains wide
And windows open
Revived forty fives
With juke box centres
Played full vol.
On my Masterradio gram
Soul and Tamla favourites
The Elgins’ “Stay in my Lonely Arms”
Percy Sledge loving his woman
The fifth and sixth Top ‘Reaching Out’

Keeping the street awake
On scratchy sultry summer nights

Or nasal wail
My Zim L.Ps.
We’ll revisit Highway Sixty One
You in a leopardskin pillbox hat
And me in my grandad’s lucky fedora
Knockin’ on heaven’s door.

And you can learn the banjo

Passers by will wrench their eyes from
Their gadgetry
Shake their heads
At our monstrous effrontery
And make Facebook complaint status
“The racket from those wrinklies!
No wonder the world’s in the state it is”

But we will dance
Wild dervish dances
Throwing unfeasible
Shapes
And sing unholy songs
Drinking Muscatel
Straight from the bottle
And laughing.

I promise you laughter
I promise you dancing
And singing
And drinking
And loving
And joy
I promise you
Us.

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Revised version

We will dance,
I promise you
Wild dervish dances
And sing
With curtains wide
And windows open
On scratchy sultry summer nights
Zim classics
Revisiting Highway 61
You in a leopard skin pillbox hat
And me in grandpa’s buckled fedora
Knock knockin’ on heaven’s door

Or blasting
Revived forty fives
With juke box centres
Played full vol.
On my Dynatron portable
Soul and Tamla evergreens
The Elgins’
Gladys Knight
Percy Sledge
Otis Redding
We’ll doo wap a backing to
The Four Tops ‘Reaching Out’
And keep the street awake
As we Hippy Hippy Shake

Oh!
And you can learn the banjo

Passers by will tear their eyes from
Their tablet gadgetry
Neighbours shake their heads
In consternation
At our monstrous effrontery

But we will be dancing
Wild dervish dances
Spinning
Twisting
Throwing unfeasible
Shapes

Singing unholy songs
Drinking Muscatel
Straight from the bottle

And laughing.

I promise you laughter
I promise you dancing
And singing
And drinking
And loving
And joy
I promise you
Us.

© (Coolhermit on OLD UKA)

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