Simple Rhythm
One final time, I took the journey
through quiet streets of suburban Burnie,
Went upmarket, went uptown,
Reflective - no, was feeling down,
Café windows dark and blank,
Memories clear in cloud and dank,
Silent, Stage Door epitaph,
Not a sound, a whisper, nor a laugh,
Where once they gathered in the crowd,
Now the hushing roars, aloud!
Uptown, upmarket, Upper Burnie,
’Tis the end of a tortuous journey.
© Michael Garrad December 2010
(For days round The Table, Russ)
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