I shuffled into a gap among the crowd
as the band was tuning up after the break.
A guy approached speaking as he came near
but the music from the band was then so loud
it was impossible for me to hear
exactly what he said. I had to shake
my head in ignorance. He pointed at my wrist.
Of course. "About a quarter to ten." I showed
him my watch. "No." he bellowed in my ear.
"Not that. It seems you haven't got the gist.
Have you got a stamp?" I thought How queer !
Why does he want to post a letter here?
But then he explained . "The band's called 'Jake'.
They've come from Norway. We have to make
a charge. I'll stamp your hand when I take
your money." But that was his not my idea.
Paying an entrance fee wasn't funny.
"Norway? No way. If it's not a free gig,
I'll leave." I said.
And did.
No comments:
Post a Comment