Liverpool Beat Poem

Oh second hand counting time upon the liver building gothic clock Waving goodwill to her dearly departed 3 sister's Starring gainly upon lady mersey set a blitz Climbing up her red bricks Of the old abandoned mill's And lighting up her failing dock yards My mother loved you My father hated growing up in you And wanted away so much He joined the royal navy Dreaming of anywhere but here As the matriach of fallen ladies Scruffy Nelley Treads the cobbles back and forth From lime street to scotland road Oh ferry cross the mersey Oh cruise liner Oh hms naval ship Oh scouse dark sense of humour Oh woolyback Oh Catholics Oh yee of Irish decent Oh tenement Oh working class Oh heritage Oh Great Ormond street market Oh liver bird's Under whom we live and dwell In smoggy shadows Oh glory Oh shallow past Lennons eye's must be burning 6 feet under mining jam butties in Sir Ken of Dodds Knotty Ash Oh 2 Cathedral of opposing faith either side of hope street Oh St George Hall Oh Philharmonic Oh Alan Ginsberg Centre of the philosophical universe We only choose to leave Because we know We will be welcomed back With open arm's For Liverpool is nothing more Than a place for lost sailors Set aboard the Titanics final journey Following the whitest star in the line sky Searching for a home to return to