Old Skool

Couple of B Boys

Startin’ with da top rock

in their two grand trainers

mooths aghast

as auld boy in a pullover

helicopters

let me hear you say

Freeze!

Handstand in brogues

spinning on a tweed trilby

puffed out, points

“Pernod wee man!”

And now all the youth

are swilling aniseed

Red Red Wine

It’s only grapes.

Grapes and European feet

and the inside of a barrel

with the dust of a cellar.

I’ll take two bottles.