Robert Davies poems words to Leather jackets bikes and birds?

Leather Jacjets, Bikes and birds

The streets are noisy

with he movement of passing motors

The coffee bars get fuller.

The leather-Jacket group begin to gather.

stand, and listen, pretending they are looking for trouble.

The juke box plays its continuous tune, music appreciated by most.

The aroma of Espresso coffee fills the nostrils and the night.

Motor bikes pull up.

Riders dismount and join their friends in the gang.

They stand smoking, swearing, playing with the girls; making a teenage row.

They pretend not to notice the drizzle falling out of the dark, because you've got to be hard to be a leather-jacket.

A couple in the corner, snogging, hope the motor lights will not be dipped to much to much, so that the others will see them.

They must all have recognition;

there must always be enough leather-jackets around them, the same as theirs.

The street lamp on the side of the street shows the rain for what it is - wet and cold.

But it does not show their faces for what the are.

By Robert Davies