Departure Imminent

Cherry

By mark p

Fri, 27 Jun 2025
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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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Comments

Submitted by w.w.j.abercrombie on

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.

 

Submitted by Turlough on

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