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The Ballad of Haymarket Hotel by Andrew Greig

In 100 Poems, poetry on February 14, 2009 at 12:42 am

Title: The Ballad of Haymarket Hotel
Author: Andrew Greig
Number: 64/100
Allocated postcode: EH12

The Ballad of Haymarket Hotel

Don’t know what she told her parents
Can’t remember what I told my wife
We checked into Haymarket Hotel
Drank vodka and torched up the night

She borrowed black stockings from her sister
I borrowed thirty quid from a friend
She was old enough to know better
I was young enough not to pretend
Train headlights swept over our ceiling
Woke us up to make love again and again

I seldom go down to that part of town
Don’t know who she is any more
If train headlights still skewer the night
It’s not my affair they’re heading for

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