Peter's Bike
At the junk shop, the Chopper bicycle lay
Leant on a busted table, where knives and spoons bend
and one eyed dollies play
And kitchenettes and dusty mirrors and
chandeliers with missing slivers
So, back to the bike
leant on the busted table
We pass it and admired it
everyday on the way home from school
We patted the seat and squeezed the brakes
The bike was really cool
One day, coming home with his mum,
Peter pauses to peruse
the sparkling spokes, the banana saddle
the three gears from which to choose
'You like the bike, don't you Peter'
'Yes, mum', said Peter, who, as usual
was chewing the cuff of his sweater
In the sunlight
leaning on a secondhand door
Penfold, the junk shop owner
smiles a tacit smile, when
Peter's mum said to Peter,
'Well, the bike is yours'
©mm7 nathan jones
1 comment:
I remember that junk shop. I remember the old skinny guy with glass. He was our rag and bone man who would come around with his white pony with brown spot and the old flat bed with toilets and likes.
Most of all I remember peter on his raley. Red I think it was but I can't be sure but I remember him riding up and dowm Montholme road looking like he was the shit with a gleam in his eye. I was young enough then to think of him as one of those big boys that were quite intimidating when your that young. And when you become teenager your only a couple of years apart. Peter my old friend. you are often thought and talked about and most of all those child hood memories will never be forgotten. especially those chewn cuffs. that was one habbit never broken.
There was this one time when peter and I were sitting on the steps of the church on northcote road. it might have been the summer holidays, it might have been a weekend. It was before the church was used for a school and no body gave us a secand glance sitting on those steps, sitting in the shade. It was a hot blazing day and we were blazing the bud.Sipping on a T super. which could only be drunk on days like these. hot sticky stoned and chilled sipping when ice cold so you can't taist the jank flavor but it's all good becuase your sitting on the steps with pter your friend and the buzz and conversation is good as the world passes by.
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