Us
If I could have one more conversation with Sid
Somewhere in the conversation
He’d call me a flaming faggot
I don’t mind if he calls me that
I’d tease, “Just because I wear purple feather boas and like to dress up in women’s clothing and hang around in bars, it doesn’t make you gay.
I can see Sid ordering a Guiness at that round table in the sky
How I loved watching him drink his Guiness
Licking the head off his moustache
Watching him savour the taste
And after he’d light a cigarette
And I loved it when he talked with a cigarette in his mouth.
Like a 1950’s movie star.
You’d say, ‘Yeah but does it have to be in black and white?’
Only shades of grey, My Friend
Only shades of grey and salt and pepper hair.
He kept my feet on the ground
Then he’d smile and say, ‘keep writing’
Save me a chair at that round table
And where am I supposed to get another sounding board like you, eh?
Shine On, You Crazy Diamond,
All my loving shines on toward You, my friend.
(Just a note to people: Please don't do illegal drugs and Please don't drink and drive. Thanks)
