Farewell to the Brewery Tap

The news was announced,
as most things are today;
messages on facebook,
digital voices loud with dismay.

‘I can’t believe it’s gone’, they said,
‘we love you R I P’.
‘The snakebite’s what I’ll miss most,
pints one pound fifty pee’.

I remember gigging there,
when I was in a band.
Five of us took to the sweaty stage,
guitars in sweaty hands,

And seeing the rowdy crowd,
of kids ranged down below,
a fiery sense of pride that they,
had come to see our show.

How we miss the heady scents,
the beer and hash aromas,
the pinpoint lights of fags held up,
drug-induced comas.

But the diggers have torn the roof off,
exposed the wooden floor to day.
I’m almost moved to write a song if I,
only had somewhere left to play.

They’ve knocked down the Brewery Tap in Oulton Broad. If you don’t know where it was then you probably don’t care.

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