By | 20 July 2007

Remember the sundowner,
those bullet point recipes
for WW2 American cocktails?
Those poolside romps with
vacationing English teachers,
sunburnished Nova Scotian girls?
Remember the Dubai go-between?
Before you went for the sainthood?

Remember the days of caramel brandy
and Bali Hai, beer of shabby Princes?
Your cocktail windscreen wipers
and the spin-dry fluorescence
of a disco's ultra violet.
Your driver parked by Heaven,
where make-shift futures men talked and stalked,
and chatted up the girls, the boys,
and the in-betweens.
Remember the little guy
on Nowhere Corner
texting HQ on SMS?

Remember the secret code for laughter?
Remember laughter?

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