Equinox at Frank’s
Equinox at Frank Seago’s
It’s Christmas Eve 2018,
I’m alone in a frigid kitchen
beanie-hatted to beat the cold
trawling late-night radio options,
swerving drunkards singing carols,
the crazy shite on phone-in shows –
plus jingles praising senna pods –
when right out of the blue I caught
a snatch of Coltrane’s Equinox.
I’m back in 1966,
a Debden council-house front-room;
cat-scratched armchairs, vinyl couches,
and sundry drop-outs smoking dope.
The house rule? Three drags. Pass it on.
The joint’s too strong. I cough. Uncool.
Frank rifles music from a pile,
‘Listen. These sounds will change your world.’
My world dissolved with every note
of Equinox and Love Supreme.
The tenor swept me far from Earth
to inner space. Jazz space. Dream space.
This girl, on the arm of my chair,
reeking of sandalwood and weed
pressed against me playing footsie.
Nibbling my ear… Promising… Sex?
I preferred My Favourite Things.
She had a brittle teenage cool
and put-on estuarine hip drawl
but all she knew of men derived
from youth club chat and Valentine.
Privately she liked The Beatles,
Susan Maugham and Dusty Springfield,
but wanted me, so made out like
she dug Coltrane and Equinox.
In spite of Valentine advice –
‘virtue is precious – hold it fast’ –
she sucked me in and had her way.
wow, that was good.
Cheers – it took me 18 hours of editing – I’ve changed a few words since thie version you’ve read but nowt signnificant 🙂
Happy memories. Sixties nicely evoked. Thanks for drawing my attention to a Coltrane album I haven’t got. I’ve got all Miles Davis and all Gil Evans.
Chers- all my then chums died of heroin – I’d gone on the road before the mousse hit the fan 🙂