Poetry Drafts / 22 March 2022

I Saw Billy Play Guitar

I saw Billy Bragg in Paris
I saw Billy play guitar
I saw something new
On the backstreets of the ‘90s.

I saw Billy strut and strum
Back when innocence was young,
When youthful desire ruled
In the jungle of Bohemia.

I saw Billy play guitar,
Near the bar where we drank
Guinness on the draft, shamrock
signs and redhead maidens.

I saw Billy Bragg in Paris
Back in the day when dawn
Meant something new, when
Dusk came without worries.

I saw Billy Bragg in Paris.
I saw something new.
I saw myself in black mirrors
With broken strings, unraveling.

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.