Across the bar to me is an old time gangster I can tell
I watch his every move, I hear him talk, as I drink my San Miguel
Has gold chains around his neck and wrists
He talks more when he's pissed
His leather jacket hangs on the chair behind
Two 'a' penny round here his kind
He might well think I'm a criminal too?
And in some respects, I guess it's true
I'm sitting here drinking and eating my free monkey nuts
Eying up the local sluts
I hear him talking about his old bank robberies
To a group of (guessing) Eastern European girl groupies
I just sip my beer and read The (British newspaper) Sun
I finish my beer and order another one
Then I hear "Oh mate, yeah you son!"
The gangsters talking to me (this should be fun)
He starts pointing at me, laughing and smiling
Then he says "Oh mate, one of these girls finds you charming"
"What's the matter son? You Gay?"
(I am composed) "Not yet" I say
He laughs (good sign) "what you doing here son? You on Holiday?"
(I shrug) "Kinda I just needed to get away"
(He beams with a golden tooth) "Aye I see son. A girl? Hurt you did she?"
(He's on a roll now) "Needed to find some solace by the sea?"
"Anyway my names Gary, originally from Bermondsey"
(I get up, shake his hand) " The Names Matt, and I'm here to visit family"
(He's got a firm handshake ) "I've come here to escape the cops back home"
(His groupies behind start giggling) He gets out his mobile phone
(Puts it back in his pocket) "I think England owed me, if you know what I mean?"
"So now I am out here living the retired gangsters dream"
(He gets up puts his leather jacket on) "Well Matt I gotta hit the street"
(He looks at his jacket then his leather shoes) "Goes well with my feet"
(He laughs at that joke) He gets up and leaves and the girls leave too
(He points at a girl with black hair and leather boots) "She likes you"
She looks at me, and I feel myself getting hard
She then comes over and gives me her business card
(He is out the door now) "See you later my son"
"Enjoy the Spanish sun"
(He smirks) "And don't worry about the girls"
(The girl in the boots comes over) "Waitress! Can I have two more San Migules!
2008: Taken from my new collection of poems 'The Brightraven Chronicles'
