a passing car hoots
the pub slowly emptying
as moody Bob, angsty Bob
Highway 51 Bob
serenades the leavers
and the lonely barman
collecting empties
who likes the anger in the song
the slackness
how it only just holds
turns the organ parts up to ten
but doesn't care for the harmonica
Bob's annoying suck and blow
would miss it at all
thinks, artistically, it's all a bit you know
a bit unnecessary
an embellishment too far
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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Colin Hopkirk Poetry 
Posted on Powiv site as ‘Hushed tones’ on August 10th (Day 615)
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