A Rare Sight
Posted: Wed May 25, 2022 2:40 pm
A Rare Sight
In a riverside pub in Salisbury
where they accept all kinds
who buy entry with a drink,
they sat in a corner.
Quietly talking.
A female Punk,
with a vivid pink Mohican,
deliberately ragged clothes
an agate nose-stud,
and other punky trimmings and piercings.
The man, I assumed, was her father,
a chunky farmer type, shiny bald head,
checked shirt, weathered red face.
A complete stereotype,
but still common in Wiltshire.
Looking again I saw a couple,
both in their mid fifties.
Bright red nails resting comfortably
against his work-gnarled knuckles.
I've seen old Hippies,
a few surviving Beatniks,
geriatric Teddy Boys,
even grey-haired Skateboard Dudes.
But I've rarely seen an old Punk.
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In a riverside pub in Salisbury
where they accept all kinds
who buy entry with a drink,
they sat in a corner.
Quietly talking.
A female Punk,
with a vivid pink Mohican,
deliberately ragged clothes
an agate nose-stud,
and other punky trimmings and piercings.
The man, I assumed, was her father,
a chunky farmer type, shiny bald head,
checked shirt, weathered red face.
A complete stereotype,
but still common in Wiltshire.
Looking again I saw a couple,
both in their mid fifties.
Bright red nails resting comfortably
against his work-gnarled knuckles.
I've seen old Hippies,
a few surviving Beatniks,
geriatric Teddy Boys,
even grey-haired Skateboard Dudes.
But I've rarely seen an old Punk.
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