A tea cosy hat –
the strange shape of loyalty.
The Hammersmith and Fulham crest
says ‘I stood among terrace weeds.’
Long distance coaches
crawled north for bitter days
on broken trajectories.
The tracksuits and apparel
of desert eras are prized much higher
than a club merchandiser
retro clothing range.
Authentic bleached synthetic shirts
go gold on e bay.
Patchy memories are strange shapes of loyalty
we kept under ill-fitting hats.