Recently I went to a gig at the Prince Albert in Brighton to see an Irish singer called Brian Houston who was better than many of the big named bands out there. With just a mic and guitar he took us all by the hand for night of brilliant entertainment. With him was an American guy called Pierce Pettis who gave us his take on folk music. It was Pierce with his Alabama drawl, a real accent not the dodgy Hollywood one, that inspired me to write what I would would consider my best poem for years (goes to show how bad the rest have been).

So here is my short piece, cheers Pierce.

Talk Memphis

Crowded bars with dancing decks
Flowing hair on perfumed necks
T-shirts tight over lace edged bras
Whiskey and smokes our caviar

Down lover’s lane with another’s girl
Swimming heads passions unfurl
Loose embrace to radio’s tune
Down the trail of cheap perfume

A laugh a cry perhaps a tear
Regrets that linger o’er the years
Secrets – trust erodes
Ride on – rodeo

Mathew Bridle 6-10-09