Dear Hollywood Bartender

As a dancer can become the dance
So a storyteller can become a story

Produce more of your own content my friend
And soar as your wings have waited to

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Ealing Common

‘You know what, maybe I hadn’t totally forgotten we’d met before. When I came into the pub today and saw you behind the bar, I had this feeling, like I was returning to a familiar place or something.’

‘I was a familiar energy to you.’

‘I remember my mum wanted to call your parents to let them know you were alright, but you wouldn’t let her. You just left on your own.’

‘My parents were a bit of a long story.’

‘Yeah, that’s what my mum would say, more or less, whenever you were discussed.’

‘So I became family legend?’

‘You are a big part of Coulson family legend: The Girl Who Rescued Me from Bullies at the Fair on Ealing Common.’

‘It was more of a salvage job really. They had already left you. I just scooped you off the ground and helped you home.’

‘Well, it put my life back on track, whatever you did, so thank you.’

‘You’re welcome.’

‘I feel weird. Is this sexy, talking about how you took care of me when we were kids?’

‘I think it depends on where you go from here. Just take your time. It’s all about energy.’

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Cold Spring NY

Jemma should have babysat her sister. It was her parents way of punishing her. The woman who sat in her dad’s chair watching TV all night was to Jemma a woodland oaf.

He was a former railwayman and loved the station at Cold Spring. Jemma’s home was a short walk from the station, along a footpath through the woods. He followed her on her journey into the city. Sitting outside a cafe, across the street from her dance studio, he slurped cappuccinos and watched her through glass. He introduced himself on the train ride back to Cold Spring. She was shy at first but liked the experience from the start. His voice stood out above all others in her circle.

Jemma met him at midnight in the woods beyond her parent’s house like he wanted. His eyes rolled with heat from her body. Steel ran through her core and pulled all her feelings together. She told him that she loved him. One of the voices in his near-dead brain replied, ‘I love you to’.

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Chicken Man

3 or 4 nights a week
In the spotlight of Clarissa Ave at Dracena Drive
An eerie shadow from a block away
Staring up & across the street
Eating chicken from a box
A young man
As industrious as his father in his eyes
Someone who’s rolled with the angels & demons of his times

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Rock ‘n’ Roll

I love you
I remember you
I will not sell you for $400
Particularly when it’s not really you
Our love will protect us

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Younger Lover

Her vision on his legs
She played with a dream
It tucked her to sleep
I really enjoy it, she said

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Yes he did ask if I knew who she was
Everyone at a new-ish job
Thank goodness she is here
We can combat the drear
And talk in different ways
About a real sparkle

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