Total Recall - Post Four

SEVENTY ONE - DRINK TILL YOU DROP

Fifteen year old's out on the town zooted

we usually sit in the side room

but tonight we're at the bar in the hall

nobody asks if we are eighteen yet

we just stand there getting tanked up gawking

at the Macs the stiletto's and bare feet

de rigueur for the Union Hotel

the working girls are all standing in line

they ignore us as they wait for their call

when the phone rings the next one answers it

and slips out the side door into the night

or an old Cortina if she's lucky

there's a geezer at the bar with tattoos

he's got a noose drawn on his Gregory

Everybody kills somebody sometime...

is printed over it in italics

and upside down inside his bottom lip

you can read FUCK OFF when he scowls at you

the barmaid's going on about something

and the regulars in the other room

are shouting for more beer one wants a blob

we go to the club about ten 0'clock

across the canal and the vacant lot

Mister Smith's off Samuel Ogden Street

they've got topless barmaids till two am

there's a carousel dance floor going round

it's mid-week fun nineteen seventy one

but it's seedy and Brazil Street is sad
Northern Soul and Tamla Sounds can't lift it

we get the night bus at quarter to three

and I'm back at eight in Piccadilly

to do another days work at the shop

26012012