Departure Imminent

By mark p
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In an pub in Aberdeen
Where generations drink side by side,
Old men drink lager, while young women text pals,
I imagine the jukebox here in the old days
as I sit alone and think
music from a phone erupts
slips noisily by
its lyrics
entreating
beating
asking
a question.
I know the answer
but can't stick around
my train is imminent.
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I am no connoisseur when it comes to poetry, so I can only judge things by whether they conjure an image or feeling or something, that resonates with me, which is what this short piece did. I'm pretty sure I have sat in that pub, or one like it.
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Ma Cameron's
Fifty years ago in pokey little Ma Cameron's bar in Aberdeen, long before it had been extended into what it is now, an old Scottish fella tried to teach me how to play cricket with an orange and the shovel they used when sweeping up the place. That could never happen in a bar now.
The words of your poem fill me with nostalgic melancholy and remind me why I no longer frequent bars.
Turlough
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