Saved her before I saw her I saved her from some rough boys on the street corner of Wardour and Meard, joyous to chance Kissed her on the cheek unasked noticing of her thick chestnut hair so unlike the straggly & prematurely silver-tinged wig of 91
‘Come with me, I’ll take you a place I know’
playing the Soho sophisticate
*** The Ejector Seat Reservation Lounge ***
it had a seat on top of a 30-foot hydraulic pole
operating as an entrance stroke exit
Karin looked apprehensive
‘Go ahead, it’s quite safe’ I encouraged her
She climbed in and asked me what happened next I didn’t know and panicked
‘It must be broken, there’s another entrance’ I said blushing
& took her down the dirty subway beneath Rupert swallowing my discomfort
I’d never actually been down to *** The Ejector Seat Reservation Lounge *** before - didn’t know what to do
or what buttons to press
Down the p-sub we were silent until
‘Look at these marvellous app-ree-kots’ she said
pointing to a cardboard carpet featuring fruits
fashioned from gemstones
‘App-ree-kots’ I replied seizing on a weak spot, ‘What are app-ree-kots’
she turned her head & muttered some German obscenity
the toothless shaggy pressed one into her hand
‘Only a fiver mate’ directed at the gentleman
who caught sniff of a jelly baby detergent rising
and handed over a reluctant note, dreading
The hours ahead with a rusty nail and a feeble sense of gravy
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