Passion Poem by John Howard Davies

Kept in step
polished sweat soaked frets
thrown a willow stick
at an amazing lick
formed a chord on keys
here and overseas
sung out in regret
from the soul, and yet
swayed and thrown my heart
into another start
of a difficult piece
whose repetition won't cease
plucked and broke steel strings
promised girls new rings
danced the boogaloo
in a shuffled soft shoe
shouted 'Happy New Year'
in a haze of beer
'Merry Christmas folks'
told a million jokes
watched a lovers tiff
played a wedding riff
rocked at Bar-B-Ques
with some sliding blues
performed some songs that suit
in a charity shop flute
braved the winters bite
had a young mans fight
coughed throughout a gig
with a cheap lit cig
done some telly shows
where the'Bullshit'flows
sang a thousand words
to a crown unheard
made some lovers laugh
now they're in my past
driven by my passion
well out of fashion
still strong in my life
as any other mans wife.