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A Willington Christmas


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A Christmas Poem

Its just about Christmas here in England, and I’,m thinking about my old friend Django again..


Django played in the tunnels beneath Bank Station.
He fashioned a twisted scale,
that drifted on the air.
And he made me think of Morocco,
and the sweet fragrant smell of Marrakech.

Django: all awkward and angular,
with a mop of thick blond hair.
Had large bony fingers,
that made me think of Christ’s,
bending round the cross.

Django hummed as he played.
More moan than tune.
It sounded raw and real, and how he could feel the music.
And he made me think of the Mississippi delta,
and the wide expanse of river rolling along.

Django spoke silently to me,
and I to him.
We acknowledged each other,
as familiar strangers do.
With a nod of our heads.

One Christmas.
He wore a velvet hat Trimmed with ermine fur,
and an Arabian cloak to keep out the cold.
And I though of Gold, Incense, Frankincense and myrrh.
And things like joy and goodwill to all like Django.

Django was the name,
sent telepathically to me.
And I thought of Django Reinhart,
and his paralyzed fingers,
and of those who are not as fortunate as he.

Django busked during the winter of 1984,
while miners struck and the GLC crumbled.
And the memory of him, brings into focus,
this current hard winter,
and how warm it is underground.

Harry and Rose

The night before Christmas Eve,
Harry and Rose bed down for the night.
In an impromptu nest,
in a Portland Hospital doorway.

Their worn sleeping bags,
have seen better days.
And likewise their bodies,
all ragged and cold.

Revellers from a nearby pub,
make merry with booze:
for tis the season,
to be jolly.

None of them see Harry and Rose,
as they flag down cabs,
that take them home,
to warm feather beds.

In the morning they are moved along.
Because hospitals need doorways
and even posh people, with warm feather beds,
get sick on Christmas Eve.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas one and all.
I’ve managed to miss Bill Murray
in Scrooged,
and the Great Escape.
Donald Plesance, and the pin.
Steve McQueen as the Cooler King.
I’ve missed the significance of it all.
Buried in ritual, half contrived and
half invented.
Merry Christmas one and all.
I truly hope its good for you.
Truly I do.