WHERE I AM:
Full English down the sea front, a number 4, pot of Black,
no milk, park up, Ferrari cap cruising past, checkin’ out
the girls sipping Cokes with ice & Lemon.
“You want beans with that?”
“And thick sliced White”
“Pot for two or one?”
“One” – just me, alone but not alone.
Tide’s out, sand bars showing, Rossi’s ice cream, dressed in White,
no queues weekdays, sit back in the sun, shades on, lean into
White plastic curves, soak it all up, the words are on their way,
Red sail cuts the blue horizon.
Little Walter sings “My Babe”