After he left the bar (edit)

Just before he left
I talked about the song by Radiohead –
the one that

use to fly
like Peter Pan–

Ricky Gervais once said,
it raised a lump in his mouth.

I’d mentioned this
and then he’d left…

and it began to play.

Which only goes to show
coincidence alive and well –
inside of bars and random chat.

It was like the pair of gloves –
the ones we’d watched
being rollered by the tractor just outside:

The way the orange canvas
pressed against the tarmac.

You would have got
the metaphor
if you’d been drinking at the bar.