meet bimonthly in a gazebo
that Kelly Jones renovated himself.
Javier Weyler brings a plate of Viennese Whirls.
'Oh great!' says Kelly, tucking in,
'I love these.'
Richard is taking the minutes,
but aside from this nod to formality,
the meeting proceeds with the easy conviviality
and good-natured ribbing of a family
Christmas dinner.
Kelly has written a song 'about meeting a ghost
from your past'; he hums the melody
and everyone agrees it will be a keeper.
Javier suggests an Asterix theme
for their next tour
but is shouted down.
When they leave, Kelly takes one last sniff
of the gazebo's distinct
creosote and old wood aroma,
then locks the door
with a big brass key
he keeps in the glove compartment
of his Suzuki Grand Vitara.
Thursday, 26 November 2009
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