That Love Street Mob
The tattered ones from Love's shebeens (that Love Street Mob are serious)
howl: "Love Street Wines aren't cheap poteens!" That Love Street Mob are serious.
You try to catch them at it. But you don't know where. Scour
the streets and the village greens—the Love Street Mob are serious.
You might hammer a hidden door, jimmy a window,
rattle an ornamental screen—but that Love Street Mob are serious.
You might make the last dance. Remember it's more
than a whirl or a beginner's beguine. The Love Street Mob are serious.
Sometimes (so they sob) the Tavern Keeper withholds the Wine
from weeping drunkards and drunkardines: that Love Street Mob are serious.
Follow the scent of roses. Adjust your patch camouflage. Hide the flask.
(Michele drinks cold tea.) Truly, the Love Street Mob are serious.
Michele Waering spent her early years in the United States. She has an MLitt in Creative Writing from The University of Glasgow. Her work has been published in From Glasgow to Saturn; A Thousand Cranes: Scottish Poets for Japan; Envoi; The Interpreter's House; Red River Review; World Haiku Review and The Ghazal Page. She lives in Renfrewshire, Scotland.