Monday, February 9, 2015

I am Ernest

Tonight, I am Ernest Hemingway
Scribbling in a darkened pub
And I listen to Len singing,
"Her eyes they shine like the diamonds,
You'd think she was queen of the land,
Her hair hung over her sho-ul-ders,
Tied back with a black velvet band"
Then he sang about The Isle of Man
And suddenly!! I see...as he'delays' seeing me
The Isle of Man!
Married Nick is here with a bevy
And Ooh, look at who's walking through
The Smile of Indulgence
Clutching her man. Securely?
I turn her lofty gaze away
It doesn't matter
Because tonight...I am Hemingway
The reveller
With a passion to write

"Another drink?" I heard the waitress ask
"With your down eastern personality,
how can we refuse"
The American male half of the entrenched couple answered
Whoosh! The handsome bald cigar has just aired the place
I pull my sleeves down as the breeze sweeps in from the patio
"Ah, the sea breeze of Windsor Ontario", the male grins
Len shakes the guy's hand as they engage in small talk
"I saw you scribbling, she said
We connect and she welcomes my longhand.

Len sings about "the craic"
I don't understand the brogue'
It's gaelic for "fun" I'm told
The Irish do have a huge, quick way of speaking songs
"What do you do with a drunken sailor early in the morning"
Nothing much (I think)
Drink in hand, Len invites a singalong
His wit flashes, "Close your eyes, hold hands with the person
next to you...contact the living!"
Engrossed in the revelling, few hear his comical derision.

I listen again to the engaging couple as they converse with Len
Although they're not engaged; lovers, I suppose...
Mr.Sea Breeze says,"I'm from the east coast, I grew up Celtic"
Len, also an east coaster talks about the way he grew
Family, friends, breaking out with instruments and close voices
They understand each other, and I'm included
The handsome bald apron closes the patio off
Finally warmed, and having absorbed all that I need, I prepare to leave
As Len sings, "He was a getaway, got drunk all weekend"
Singing with that touchable Irish passion
My senses soothed,
"They shine like the diamonds"
I take the Kildare house with me,
In my little notebook...