DieterM
09-27-2011, 03:24 AM
Young man on the bus,
baggy jeans loosely stuffed into soft black boots,
sleeveless ample t-shirt baring a hairless chest,
a heavy chain dangling from his neck,
head shaved and hidden under a hand-knitted black bonnet.
Like a glossy ad from a youth magazine,
perfect with pout and arrogant stare.
I recognize myself,
in my younger years of course.
Those times when I used to wear
tight red tartan trousers from Camden Market,
sky-blue Doc Martens bought in Covent Garden
an unlikely Mozart shirt with ruffles
from a Viennese underground shop.
When Björk was new and brilliant,
and I'd move in hip crowds
to Massive Attack and Stereo MCs
and House hits with the word "love" in them.
When I displayed the same oblivious attitude,
exactly the same aura of know-it-all,
the same smell of youthful pride
and natural poise.
And on the bus, I smile and think,
young man, you too will get over it
when you grow older:
the attitude, the stance, the outfit.
Quite ironic, though, on second thought:
with each new experience,
you lose some self-assurance;
and the more money you earn,
the less is left for fancy clothes.
baggy jeans loosely stuffed into soft black boots,
sleeveless ample t-shirt baring a hairless chest,
a heavy chain dangling from his neck,
head shaved and hidden under a hand-knitted black bonnet.
Like a glossy ad from a youth magazine,
perfect with pout and arrogant stare.
I recognize myself,
in my younger years of course.
Those times when I used to wear
tight red tartan trousers from Camden Market,
sky-blue Doc Martens bought in Covent Garden
an unlikely Mozart shirt with ruffles
from a Viennese underground shop.
When Björk was new and brilliant,
and I'd move in hip crowds
to Massive Attack and Stereo MCs
and House hits with the word "love" in them.
When I displayed the same oblivious attitude,
exactly the same aura of know-it-all,
the same smell of youthful pride
and natural poise.
And on the bus, I smile and think,
young man, you too will get over it
when you grow older:
the attitude, the stance, the outfit.
Quite ironic, though, on second thought:
with each new experience,
you lose some self-assurance;
and the more money you earn,
the less is left for fancy clothes.