Simon Brown

Gig At The Railway - Poem by Simon Brown

His crisp white shirt
Tucked smartly into his jeans
Marked him out as a stranger
At these sorts of things

He kept a protective arm around his wife
But when she went away
One could see it was rather that
She has been something familar for him to hold on to

Every few seconds he would look around
To see if she was returning or perhaps
To see if she had chosen to stand somewhere else
And when she came back his arm went round her right away

Comments about Gig At The Railway by Simon Brown

  • Mike Finley (4/26/2006 5:11:00 PM)

    I like how the lines get longer as the guy gets more insecure. Neat poem. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 26, 2006

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