Rob Schackne #738 - "It's like a beach holiday"

It’s like a beach holiday
sitting out the back 
the Railway Club
a Saturday afternoon
blue sky the sun windless
spring’s around the corner
a couple old dears come out
spoil the pokies for a smoke
it’s like a beach holiday
we enjoy the warmth
they shake their heads
they look closely at me
they shake their heads again
but spring is almost here
the old ex-Footscray player
he looks at me and laughs
it’s like a beach holiday I say
he measures the distance and laughs again
I close my eyes and listen
off-duty cop on the phone
shouts at someone about his wife
she’s left me with the boys
my battery's almost dead
see you tomorrow