Thursday, 26 August 2010
The Flamingo they called it, since the early 50's
Nods of acceptance & tapping feet
Pilled outta their heads on that Soho Street
I lived up that Street & worked for years
Where them ghosts still stand
Italian loafers click gears.
There is one ghost, 14 years old, his name's Marc Feld
His generations hopes he had once held.
Was he the best dressed 14 year old in the world? Probably.
Later known as Marc Bolan, but don't think Glam Rock
In superfine Mohair, in awe other Mods took stock.
His ghost walks away from the Town Maggazine interview 1962
Narrow lapels, 3 button tonic suit
Sharp creases split the smokey Brewer St air in two
Ever since have lived like him just a few.
So I get to know this place of grit, dirt, glamour & grime
My Dad told me tales that would justify crime
Then sat outside cafes, Bar Italia for one
Watching St. Martins students when their days were done
Drawing collars & cuffs off waiters fresh in from Milan
With their "new" strong cofee & year long tans.
A movement was happening, they'd felt it inside