Sunday, 14 March 2010

The Poetry Bus moves on a Monday morning.

I am overwhelmed by the twenty one "Get well soon" messages you have sent me today - have just had to have a little cry - I feel so privileged to have you all as friends. Yes - it is on the mend but the poetry bus will probably be my only entry this week. TFE gave us all the first two lines - so here is my interpretation (tongue in cheek - what else could you possibly do with such a first two lines!)

He was wearing Georgio Armani,
I was drinking a pink gin:
we were opposite ends of the cocktail bar
as the glitterati came in.

I saw him glance at his Rolex watch
as the crowd milled round the bar.
He didn't seem to notice them -
he had his eye on the door.

She came through the door at a gentle pace,
walking hesitantly with a stick,
she positively dripped with diamonds
and her make-up was laid on thick.

He stood up as she approached him -
he gave her a cool embrace.
She took his arm when he offered it
and they both walked out of the place.

I finished my gin and paid my bill
and I followed them out of the door;
but once outside there was no sign
that they had been there before.

So I got my coat and I hailed a cab
and I thought as we drove back home -
Was he a gigolo meeting his old lover,
or was the old lady just his mother?

35 comments:

Pamela Terry and Edward said...

His mother, no doubt. The nut never falls far from the tree.

Fabulous poem!

Bernie said...

I think your poem is great!!!

I think it was a favorite old Aunt.

I didn't know you were flat on your back with pain. But I take it from some of the comments that you are better. That is a good thing as Martha would say.

Studio Sylvia said...

Nope, probably the grandson pandering and waiting for the millions! Cynical aren't I? I liked the poem Weaver. Have a better day today.

Jenn Jilks said...

Glad you shared this. I am understand your pain. I have that t-shirt, too! Take care.

Heather said...

This is a little gem Pat - I'm still chuckling and wondering! It's so good to read your post and know there is some improvement to your back. I have thought of you so often during the week and hoped that the pain is getting less. Hope you have had lots of pampering today especially!

Bill said...

Old lover? Could be a new one! :)

PurestGreen said...

The glitterati! I love that. Great stuff. Oh, your back pain seems to have been going on for so long - I do hope it improves soon.

Totalfeckineejit said...

Opulent! You are fast becoming The Queen of the punchline,Weaver.Delighted you made it to the bus, we had an orthopedic recliner fitted specially. Hope you are fully recovered soon.

Eryl Shields said...

I love this!

Glad to hear there is some improvement with your back, fingers crossed you'll be back to full fettle soon.

Titus said...

If laughter is the best medicine (oh, how will children learn that now the Reader's Digest is no more?) then you're doing great.

The evidence, I'd say, points to the gigolo option.

thousandflower said...

Loved the poem and glad to see your presence. Take your time, get better and I look forward to your return to full blogging.

Niamh B said...

you see the most interesting people! good one

P Nolan said...

Nice - little piece of theatre!

Peter Goulding said...

Deffo the gigolo!
But the intriguing thing is, we'll never know...

NanU said...

I vote for Olde Auntie. Speculating about people at bars is such fun.
Glad to hear you're feeling better

Poet in Residence said...

I hope your back is soon better. I find I sometimes have back pains the next day if I spend too long sitting at the computer. I suppose there's a connection. I try to vary my seating position - height of chair - extra cushion etc. Every little helps. I remember you were blogging in the freezing hallway in the depth of winter. Keep the back muscles warm I think...and chairs, they are not the best things for our backs.

Argent said...

Gigolo, methinks, looking at his watch. Mind you, if it was a real Rolex and not a cheap knock-off then he's done well for himself. Very visual for me this week and nice to see words like "glitterati" getting an airing. Hope your back gets properly better soon.

Karen said...

Love, it, Weaver! I vote gigolo - much more fun - as was this whole poem. That TFE inspired some fun stuff this week.

Glad you're on the bus.

dinesh chandra said...

hi good poetry. your are a great poet.

Regards

Dinesh Chandra

Robin Mac said...

What a giggle - I love your poem and I do hope your back recovers completely soon. Cheers, Robin

Jane Moxey said...

You "painted" such a great scene in your poem --Perhaps it should be made into a feature short film and shown to the Academy Awards people! Thoroughly enjoyed the poem!

cindee said...

Such an evokative poem! I could see it all unfloding before my eyes. Good Job!
Cindee

Hildred and Charles said...

A great word picture, Weaver. Not Mother, definitely, - Old Auntie maybe, but I vote for a delicate blast from the past, - old lovers whose passion has cooled to affection.

Do hope each day finds your back more responsive to the care you are giving it. Miss your wonderful posts.

MarmaladeRose said...

That's my kind of poem, rhyming with a funny twist at the end.

Sorry to hear about your bad back, goodness where have I been? Just lately I seem to be lolloping along, not having enough time to do all the things I want to do! If I have time to sew then there is no time to post a blog. If I have time to post a blog there is not time to read others. If I read others then there is no time to sew! Not to mention fitting in the real world! LOL.

I bet Tess is missing your walks together. Hope you're up and about soon.

Fi x

Golden West said...

Your love of words and sense of humor come through perfectly, Weaver. Aren't words grand? I used "en masse" the other day and was so pleased with myself. Obviously, I'm very easily pleased!

Thinking of you and hoping every day brings a steady improvement. I'm sure your country lanes and hills and dales are calling to you as spring bursts forth.

ArtPropelled said...

Maybe he was her well kept chauffeur waiting for her to finish some business in town ..... no he was an x-gigolo.

Pam said...

Loved your poem, and hope your back is on the mend. Backs take their own sweet time don't they! Keep it warm and all the best.

C Hummel Kornell a/k/a C Hummel Wilson said...

Weaver,

Didn't know about your pain...hope it's much improved by now. Love your poem, what a wonderfully evocative piece! I have to vote with the others, gigolo, but, of course, he could simply be a young son. By the way, they call older women with younger me 'Cougars'. What do they call younger me with older women?

Get better soon.

Derrick said...

Hello Weaver,

Sorry I missed this earlier! It's a good laugh and, if you're feeling up to it, you might like to visit my Thursday RWP poem which might also raise a smile.

http://melrosemusings.blogspot.com/2010/03/works-outing.html

Although you've made reference to the lady being old, there's nothing to suggest the man is dramatically younger; we're all just presuming - and gigolos don't have to be toy boys!!

Midlife Jobhunter said...

His mother. Get better, Weaver of Humor even when in pain.

Dave King said...

I didn't think you'd be posting at the moment. I just came to wish you well and hope you're getting some relief. But there was a good tale well told for me to enjoy. Hope you'll b e fully back b efore too long - but n ot at the expense of your back.

jinksy said...

Let's stick with the toy boy option - why should the youngsters get all the fun?

BT said...

Oh Pat, that is really good from those 2 first lines. I can picture them now, I think it's his mother.

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Barbara Martin said...

Wonderful poem, and I'm glad to hear your back pain has lessened.