NaPoWriMo 2013 #7 – Friday Night At The Coffee Ann

Poem number 7 as part of NaPoWriMo 2013 is a tale of a misspent youth

FRIDAY NIGHT AT THE COFFEE ANN

FRIDAY NIGHT AT THE COFFEE ANN

I’D GONE THERE TO SCORE

TWENTY PURPLE HEARTS IN HAND

JOHN LEE’S GOT “DIMPLES IN HIS JAW”

KATHY WAS RIGHT WHEN SHE SAID

THE WEEKEND IT STARTS HERE

AT THE SAME TIME DOWN IN GREENWICH

MY OLD MATES WERE DRINKING BEER

 

THERE’S A BEATNIK IN THE CORNER

BY THE NAME OF ANGEL JOHN

HE’S BUSY WITH HIS SKETCH PAD

DRAWING WHAT IS GOING ON

ONE OF RONNIE’S RENT BOYS

WITH DYED BLOND AND SILVER HAIR

TWO BLOCKED GIRLS FALL AROUND

SPILL MAKE-UP EVERYWHERE

 

I DRINK HOT ORANGE JUICE

TO GET THE DOOBS WASHED DOWN

PRETTY SOON I WILL BE DANCING

IN ANOTHER CLUB UP TOWN

STEVE MARRIOT’S AT THE COUNTER

TALKING WITH TWO FAMOUS QUEENS

HE GETS A CRISPY FIVER OUT

AND HE BUYS ONE HUNDRED BEANS

 

IT’S JUST ANOTHER FRIDAY NIGHT

DOWN STAIRS AT THE COFFEE ANN

THOSE TEENAGE DAYS FELT JUST RIGHT

BEFORE I BECAME A MAN

FRIDAY NIGHT AT THE COFFEE ANN 

BLOODY MARVELOUS!

The Coffee Ann was a basement coffee bar situated just around the corner from The National Portrait Gallery and was run by two gay guys who subsidised their cafe by selling amphetamines.  It was a great place and had one of the best juke boxes I’ve ever come across in my whole life.  Frequented by Mods and queens it was just the perfect place to kick off the weekend in early 196o’s Soho.

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