Poetry by Jeff Green

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The Ace!

by cricketjeff on July 28, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

With ton-up ghosts forever riding by
The sound of engines revving everywhere
And petrol clouds left hanging in the air
The Ace Cafe where bikers come to die
      Machinery to gladden any eye
      With all night rock and all day bacon rolls
      A transport cafe where angels lost their souls
      The Ace Cafe where bikers come to die
Now back beneath the North West London sky
And home to cars and bikes of every age
Those ancient rockers still appear on stage
The Ace Cafe where bikers come to die
      With ton-up ghosts forever riding by
      The Ace Cafe where bikers come to die

Author notes

On my way to and from work I frequently pass “The Ace Cafe” famous through the fifties and sixties as an all night transport cafe on the North Circular Road where bikers came to boast of doing the ton, rock and roll was live on stage at any hour and all were always welcome. It went downhill fast in the 70s and closed in the 80s I think, but now it has been back in almost all its glory for the last ten years or so, hosting numerous car and bike clubs, and some bloody loud music.

It is still most famous for bikes, as it has been for seventy years!

Pronunciation guide, it is the “Ace Café” with the é pronounced but the “Ace Cafe” is a transport caff!