PM poets Derby Museum
Miles Whinfrey (c) February 2015.
The Coat
In the course of a worker day, if you don’t have one
you’re not properly dressed,
Girls and guys go for Parka with fur or something
in indigo denim,
With one you’re ready for anything.
They can make you look right, to tell someone from
a good home,
Wear it your way,
Turn the collar, or push up your sleeves,
Be current with fashion,
I’m proud that mine is shop fresh.
We benefit from their warm hug,
So we sew on cuff buttons, preen, pick and keep
away from snags,
To justify such upkeep we say they must last,
The coming year, cameo in out-of-season too,
Staying with us we make ensembles- to go with the
suits, sports kits, scarves, gloves, and hats in colours.
Though coats speak to some like we wouldn’t expect them to,
Just like no two days are the same,
Hadn’t changed and gone into night mode,
Sweet moment.
‘This guy is great!- I love a biker jacket,’
Which everyone knows is like a suit of armour requiring
a patina,
It’s a smut-spoilt scabbered-skin, pock-pittered, with weltered-
welts,
With shining zips and moving fringes,
There is something about a leather coat.