Bedouin of the London Evening

Rosemary Tonks

Ten years in your cafés and your bedrooms

Great city, filled with wind and dust!

Bedouin of the London evening,

On the way to a restaurant my youth was lost.

And like a medium who falls into a trance

So deep, she can be scratched to death

By her Familiar -- at its leisure!

I have lain rotting in a dressing-gown

While being savaged (horribly) by wasted youth.

I have been young too long, and in a dressing-gown

My private modern life has gone to waste.