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The AB roads are noisy
with the movement of passing tony's motors
The coffee bars get fuller.
The Sibbo leather-pants brigade begin to gather.
stand, and listen, pretending they are looking for gness trouble.
The juke box plays its continuous Mamya tune, music appreciated by most.
The aroma of Alba Espresso coffee fills the nostrils and the night.
Sunny Dave Motor bikes pull up, the AB charabanc behind.
Riders and ABers dismount and join their friends in the gang.
They stand smoking, swearing, playing with girls; making a Kerosene row.
They pretend not to notice the drizzle falling out of the dark, because Sibbo's supposed to be hard in her leather-jacket and pants.
Rowan and Redman in the corner, snogging, hope the motor lights will not be dipped to much to much, so that the others will see them.
They must all have recognition;
There must always be enough leather-pants around them, the same as theirs.
The flickering lamp on the road shows the rain for what it is, wet and cold.
But it does not show their faces for what we ABers are.