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.