You're schlepping down to Portobello
When Portobello was THE scene
And you're young enough to cut it
And too old to be too green
You've got a little swagger
You know you're lookin' good
An' you've got a dangle going
And it's riding like it should
So you catch the ladies glances
And you're nimble on your feet
And you're known on every corner
As a cool dude on the street
The straightest dealer on the block
Delivers to your home
Hand rubbed hash or best Thai sticks
You seldom smoke alone
Leonard drops in for a chat
To see what he can discover
I wonder how many spliffs got rolled
On his first two LP covers?
He passes Cat Stevens on his way
He has the flat above
And the most beautiful call girls in the world
Sell their surrogated love
You can dropp into Hennessey's
For a drink with all the boys
Hawkwind's drummer buys you a pint
Says, 'Sorry about the noise! '
You can grab a pint at Finches
Or a curry at East and West
But for Peas and Rice the proper way
The Mangrove is the best
You can meet up with a travelin' friend
Just hitchhiked back from Thailand
Or spend the night with those Aussie Girls
You met out in the Islands
You can schlepp on down to Notting Dale
Find Bob Squire making tea
Him 'n' John Martyn playin' crib
And Beverley bored as can be
Bob always telling Vernon
'Don't you bring the Old Bill near! '
And when Old Bill did come round
Bob said, 'He don't live 'ere! '
But that was in the good old days
When Dear Juttè was still living
When Bermuda Mick would cut a dash
Before Martin took to drinking.
When Kieth and Val were host to all
Their tiny room a-popping
And Andy was quite beautiful
And the whole joint was a-rockin'
I still listen for that other beat
That I used to use for walkin'
But I think now it is Time's feet
And It's me that He is stalking
And now it seems just like a dream
My loves 'n' friends of yesteryear
But if you can remember it
They say you were not there!
Copyright © Res JFB 29th May 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem