Ally Choo At Nesbitt’s

 

On a tropical night

In a temperate zone

In a packed little

Coffee shop,

Ally brought it,

And like the sluggers

Of the boys of summer

She drove it home

Again and again,

Her potential peeking

And smouldering,

Painting pictures of

Two or three

Years from now

When texts and emails,

Messages and calls

All hollering and shouting,

Do you remember

That hot August night

When Ally Choo

Played Nesbitt’s !

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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