January 1987.
And the number one song in heaven.
'Reet Petite' by Jackie Wilson.
The radios of Berwick Street market,
chiming crackled soul.
And do you remember?
it was the worst for years.
The cold and the snow.
The table thieves.
Mittens, stone and sand.
Rope, cappuccino and quiff.
For days on end.
Lorca and MacInnes,
would have loved it.
You and I.
The absolute beginners,
a common struggle.
When it happened.
I was walking upstairs,
you down.
To the pub and the stage.
The north and the south.
We stopped.
Just for a moment.
The blue and brown,
of our eyes,
were smiling.
As they are now.
