You start out with the mango passion, an espresso,
toss in some sun dried tomatoes and steak
recall your last beef in a pub
and substitute chicken Panini
spot the California style free refills and since you're here
to write your novel today
get a Grande and pronounce the tomatoes in British.
Through the glass wall
shoppers and lunch breakers
smartly keep in touch
pushing pushchairs through
the mall single handedly,
absently; Bluetooth salesmen must starve here;
osteopaths make a killing in elbows and shoulders.
It's a trip to the zoo for the price of a sandwich
but inside the glass cage
no laptopping student tycoons
no philosophers or poets not even
a polisci major passing out
manifestos. They come here from Next
to exhibit their bargains, dissect soap and
exercise George, a wild two year old
specimen with highly evolved lungs.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Guildford
Copyright © 2012 J A Lee
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