My name is unknown
But they call ne the Kardomah Kid,
And you will find me sitting at the window.
But tonight will be the last time you see me at the saloon.
I have a young mans face and artists hands,
Although in truth, I am over a hundred years of age,
But you might not see me
Because as you watch, you’ll note I’m vanishing away.
This is my family’s tree
My grandfather built this place
At the turning of the Swansea Blitzkrieg.
I have watched many lovers become divorcees
And watched them turn from babe to old
Before the sipping of my final coffee.
The kids still gossip here, though they don’t talk
It’s all Hiddleston and Artic Monkeys on the go,
Same conversation but the names have changed.
Many of my favourites have come and long gone
They left for lifes of desperation or fame, my favourite,
The clown in the moon has his painting on the wall.
Once more gently into the good night,
And all these things that I have dared to see,
And I’ve wa