RAIN AND A COFFEE CAVE ( A SIX-PACK )

rain
theres rain today
raining at last

it
hasnt
rained
for 
   so 
     long

now the precinct pavement
shines
like
dull
steel - we are all in there
        walking upside down

and
the
air
tastes
of
steam
and 
the gutter

~

the costa is a glass cave
voices are brittle
echoes sharp as razors

its like a zoo in here
a coffee bean hogarth

i
queue

then slot myself down
in
the
brown
bucket
herd

~

a girl is writing on a pad
under
the
heading '30 questions about . . .'

i cant read the last word
her handwriting is all loops

she nearly has 30 anyway looks like

and
my curiosity 
lacks
legs

~

a 
man 
might be interviewed
      or maybe appraised

50 odd in cycle clothes
sheepish like a schoolboy

his bucket long drunk

woman in a suit sits opposite 
hawkish / clipboard / a pen 

parole officer ?

this is fucktown central
after all

~

enormous
regulars
on
motor
wheels
flirt 
loudly
with
the
young
staff

their beards
setsquare correct

look like iron filings
          or 
          drawn on

their bodies small / almost shrunk
like
a
headhunters
doll

~

the original town called lynch
is
everywhere . . . i
               think
             and
           wonder
         and
       guess
whos home and hard drive
hoards
the
hoariest
niche
secrets
they feel a mad calling for

like
i
do
for english rain

from flckr by raana m