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?