The theme for this week’s JVG Radio Method poem is “Busses“.
Coventry UK: Back in the UK again and I’ve finally thrown off the shackles of jet lag courtesy of several pints of tepid beer and some great music last night at Taylor Johns in the Canal Basin supplied by Matt Campbell, Boxcar Aldous Huxley and a totally insane but brilliant American singer banjo player named Curtis Eller
It seems only right that this weeks offering should reflect my adopted surrounds.
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Also have a listen to my new EP “Once We Were Kings Of The World”
Busses
Halls filled with cars, prized to the last
Names, many famous, consigned to the past
Rover and Riley, Sunbeam and Humber
Names, like the factories, now few in their number
There, in the transport museum it sits
A shrine to the city that rose from the blitz
A bus, double decker, duco, mid blue
A symbol of what perseverance can do
That bus owes its fame to one single ride
When it ferried, victorious, the town’s football side
Coventry City, “Sky Blues” to their fans
For over a hundred years also rans
The FA Cup, the jewel in the crown
The solitary time it came to this town
From the deck of the bus, players rose to the cheers
Besieged by the crowd, many in tears
One moment eternal, though its tenure proved brief
In an era of hardship, brought blessed relief
Here, in this hall, spared traffic and grime
This bus and its history survive beyond time
It stands amongst friends that once carried this city
Disappeared, but in name, with the jobs, mores’ the pity
Morris, Triumph, Hillman, long gone
Massey Ferguson, Jaguar, Rolls Royce, moved on
Here victory’s relived, again and again
Sealed in a bubble, the good times remain
In the hearts of the faithful, well used to defeat
That bus, one day, will return to the street
© Copyright 2011 Ian Bland