THE KINGS ARMS

This plain pub of oaken beams and stout construction was built in 1476

years before Columbus discovered America-a century before

the Greensleeves played by Anchovy on classical guitar tonight

In fact,before this form of classical guitar became standard

So when the stage is cleared for original poetry and music

evocations of previous incarnations became as close as beer

Men with beards still stood at the bar .Conversations still rose

with laughter and camariderie in the night-but the fact that 

the huge square gas lamp outside was now electric-and the lead lined windows

had thick panes of original glass-also tinted the starlit night

Tiny toilets and hidden gardens where sun has played with snow and rain

made this sanctuary more than history.We were playing to more than those assembled

Ghosts and shadows of past drinkers,thinkers,players,singers

gathered around,surrounding us..in fact,they outnumbered us

The weight of ages,of histories sunken in oak and daub

awaits those next waves of sounds,incorporating all

within the slim thin mobile phones of texters and callers