
No real surprise that
flights were all cancelled
cause of the wind in the night
that made us feel like the house
could be airborne any minute
Or was that the glorious wine
from Patrick’s private collection
that he brought to the stormy dinner?
It was a long weekend
not for shortening
so we took a cab back into town
had breakfast in Joes Garage
then crossed the road to see
what Warhol had to say
pretending we had arrived
without a hitch.
Rain like in the movies
straight down
and bouncing off the concrete
like we were
at the thought of being together
in Manu’s restaurant
in record stores
sharing spells with witches
and vodka martinis at Morrisons
Late in the evening
home in the early morning
© Ash Cheyne 2017