The Golden Cross

With a double Irish and a glass of water
The conversation was mosaic
Back in the Golden Cross
I sat in the bar with the
Afternoon refugees
Back against the wall
The day had been fine until three
Now everything was wet and dank
And you could smell the fish stall
Through the open door
The elephant girls came in
Looking like bowling balls
In mini skirts
They did the rounds
Of the old tired black guys
Who didn’t give a shit
Dice and double vodkas
Were the order of the day
The endless country and western
Everybody had grey faces
Back in the Golden Cross
I sat in the back bar with the afternoon refugees
My back against the wall