Thought Not Poem by Tony Jolley

Just how far would you go? ………

Fly a thousand kilometres for a friend
To have to drive home the selfsame day? ………
No.
Thought not – no way.

Sit naked against the slanting rain
As a sheltering warmth
About a cold-shouldered soul? ………
No.
Didn’t think so.

Content to sip vin ordinaire
In a world awash with appellation controllée? ………
Hardly.

Be taken for granted
Yet grant it no mis-taking? ………
‘You kidding?

Be married in spirit:
Short of sixteen,
But focused on forever?
No. No chance.
Never.

Say: “Come with a guitar
And the clothes on your back
And we’ll make it” … and mean it.
Forget it!

…. But then your name’s not Ellen, is it? ....