Don’t go breaking my heart

By | 16 August 2019

Kiki Dee, Elton John Don’t go breaking my heart
It’s been thirty years plus since I last heard that song,
sitting in another car, another time a broiling January
eating soggy sandwiches with my dad his apprentice

We were half way through the job Kiki Dee, Elton John
Don’t go breaking my heart despite it all, the desperate battles
of a father and son, ideological to the marrow to the death
he’d sit there alongside me, in that damn car, listening
to music beyond his culture, beyond his generations, as foreign to him
as his political youth was to me far away, Austria a war
as he always said, I had no idea about Don’t go breaking my heart

Hot, soggy sandwiches Kiki Dee, he, I, twinned two sides
one coin, the currency of a job shared we worked as one
pass me the plane, the glue, hoist that end job done

I enjoyed building that kitchen with him, then with him
there, along the river each time I hear that song, I’m there again
driving home at the end of the day together in comradely silence

I’ve learnt to forgive him and sometimes I seek
his blessing still

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