
You were in the gallery
I brought you a cup of tea
In the SETI Institute thermal mug
Not many customers had turned up.
We are here today, brushing the leaves.
Sweeping the silence, that I still believe
You came home with cakes
And hot chicken and bran flakes.
Heating up food and cooling it down
Saturday rain, Sunday comes round.
We do family duties,
We love so far and wide
We plan our time
We delete all the cookies
Sniggering at the angels in the snow
Turning round to see how far to go.
I’ll be standing in the gallery
Will you bring warm coffee to me?
In the friendly mug of your choosing
Through this space that we are using.
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The other guitars in my life are an Ibanez “Martin 1930” copy and a cheap jumbo Jim Deacon (with cutaway). I bought the Ibanez in 1982 and though the octaves are a little out I like it, the wider classical neck and the small hourglass body are all very tactile and comfortable so it’s snug and easily playable. I’ve written a lot of songs on this guitar. It did have a pick up on it at one time and I gigged it for a short while in the early eighties. It also spent time in Aberdeen as a student guitar in the late 90s, but I felt sorry for it and rescued it from potential destruction. The JD is a bit of a heap; ok for strumming and fiddling with and the electrics are reliable if nothing else. Played it a lot in the mid 90s when, to be honest I wasn’t all that bothered about guitars (or what I was playing on them!).
