Memoirs Of Another Time, Part 2 Poem by Charles M Moore

The old Woolworths store
was looking quite bleak
with its curved wooden windows
and slush in the street
and my Austin A 40
was struggling for heat
as I waited for you
where we said we would meet

The church clock chimed seven
ten minutes ago
you hadn't arrived
and I thought I should go
then from a side steet
you emerged with a man
who needed a lift
to your dinner and dance

He said 'Hi I'm Jim
I hope it's no fuss'
'Claire has just told me
you met on the bus'
'And since I was going
and buses were late'
'If you took me as well
it would really be great'

It felt rather strange
you both in the back seat
as he rubbed his hands
you brushed snow off your feet
you asked 'when it's over
if I'd take you back home'
'as you know my name's Claire'
'what's your name'? 'I'm Joe'

We headed off to the centre of town
I didn't say much
in fact I felt down
as you and Jim chatted
directing my moves
I felt I was eavesdropping
searching for clues

We arrived at the venue
Jim said 'Thank you my son'
'can you pick us up again
round about one'
you said 'see you later'
I thought I'm not sure
as you and Jim walked hand in hand
through the door.

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