My Saturday job pays six and six down
A copy boy at the Chronicle
Five cigarettes and two silver half crowns
Meeting Vince at Mark Toney’s in town
Boy, do we get around
Basil sits there on the table for subs
But not a part of the Bri-nylon club
Ancient blue sweater, too old for the job
Bored out of his mind
With the Colins and Bobs
I’m a jack and a lad
And I’m up for the world
And I’ve kissed a Gateshead girl
He calls for a copy boy, grumpy as hell
Poets have to eat as well
wouldn
world
words
today
forget
crowns
drudgery
young
cigarettes
swarming
cloud
duffel
sacks
church
basil
blurred
silver
kissed
hacks
scarf
grumpy
calls
nylon
lovers
around
shadowy
about
black
peers
become
starlings
bored
vince
gateshead
chronicle
ancient
saturday
players
poems
poets
slightly
street
sweater
stretch
supposed
meeting
summer
table
there
think
through
thrown
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