Rocking out in the Old Oak tonight with Malcolm Urquhart . Dubious poem while I wait…

 

The Old Oak

The gig starts at 11

I was told 8

Now I wait

Murphys on hand

by 1am the alcohol is grand

to drive.

On a high stool which wobbles

The time stands still

but the drink is cold

and I'm looking cool

The guys all look tough

or square

or foreign

no dreads

no colour

no crazy heads

It's all as usual

for a gig in the pub

A bit of a smell

and the floor needs a scrub