Harvey Keitel
The start of the friendship
Was the turning to the first page
Of that important book you are
supposed to read
Or the iconic first scene of some cult B-Movie,
A black-suited Harvey Keitel slow-motion mosey,
A palpitating stand-off.
But like the film,
The familiarity of 'how are you?'
The question so deliberately asked closed
And your 'P.S, I miss you,' the clichéd footnote
Of wearied banter
As if what you had to say was already in place
Before the dialogue came and connected it up.
Was the turning to the first page
Of that important book you are
supposed to read
Or the iconic first scene of some cult B-Movie,
A black-suited Harvey Keitel slow-motion mosey,
A palpitating stand-off.
But like the film,
The familiarity of 'how are you?'
The question so deliberately asked closed
And your 'P.S, I miss you,' the clichéd footnote
Of wearied banter
As if what you had to say was already in place
Before the dialogue came and connected it up.