markbousfield

ANGEL ISLINGTON

I walkaway from the crowdless concert
where skinny boys in skinny jeans smoke,
and i smoke too
because I'm sad in old friends,
talking Belle and Sebastian
with another I no longer even have to leave behind.

After an awkward offering and a drink or two
the Favella on the Great Eastern Road
strikes up and I stumble in alone,
doubler rum blanc tumbler
with the ginger and the Korean girls,
saying goodnight in a nicer way
than the teas of Ladybird lounge
in the Angel Islington.

They play 'Who's That Man?' and I try and record a memory,
a place, a song, a time, a date, a feeling.

'Dem all glissy faced and primrose placed
with their cous cous

and me the joyhard
tied to a chair
makesing my way back down the Upper Street to bed.