MORE CAFE BLUES

  out for a bacon sarnie
in
the nowhere jobless hours
of 
a
blank cafe morning
  where
time is still finding its AM stride
in
the grey daylight stumble 
  of
  white noise
left over
from
night and dreams 
that rings in my ears 
  like
  the church bells
of the godless faithful

  workmen in stained joggers
place long take-out orders
and
a
clot of fishwives bark clipped sentences
about implants with implied judgement
  their
  miserable faces pecking at paninis 
like small troubled birds

  i
  half
  recognise them
  from
some job
i had
somewhere

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