to The Streets song the feet of the geezer
in the corner of the pub are tapping along to.
He sips his drink until it no longer exists,
rearranges his hair in the reflection of the glass
and heads to the bar. He orders another pint
and she keeps singing. She doesn’t say anything
to him. She just keeps singing and pours
the lager, pints at the price on the chalkboard
takes his change and gives a thumbs up.
He thanks her and she keeps singing
until confusion send him on his way
and the interactions poem can be only be
a blow-by-blow account of an event
with no hidden message. And she knows it.

© Carl Burkitt 2023