Starters For Mains

Starters For Mains

The bench outside the shop looks out onto
a day time bar that sells cider to 16 year olds,
and the pothole in the road that divides both establishments
has yet to be surveyed, fixed, driven over and repeated.

There’s a girl drinking a cappuccino waiting for her boyfriend
in the sun at the end of the bench,
and she's a smile perfect for a picture shame no one's
around to take one for her, though maybe a selfie'll
be pencilled-in on their afternoon off together;
him with his awkward pout
and her kissing a cheek she'll remember
over grown up tables at reunion events when looking back
over mistakes made and lessons learnt.

The bench outside the shop looks out onto
bar stools and stilettos, the out of work,
lunch-on-me, women dine themselves with wine and
starters-for-mains because the company card wont stretch to
the all you can eat option, in fact the company card is just her debit and
the meal will be reaped back through expenses once this month’s
rent has been taken.

The pothole in the road that divides both establishments
has yet to be surveyed, fixed, driven over and repeated.