To have a cup of tea
Smell of cappuccino and raisin toast
Mingled with stubbed cigarettes
Here tables were bolted to benches and to the floor.
Land of lino
The table adorned with sugar, salt and pepper
And dusty plastic flowers
The sign behind the counter reads
Confectionaries, cigarettes and groceries
Yet the shelves are nearly empty.
The host a heavy built man
Sits eyes shut cigarette hanging from stained hand
A Fan desperately tries to change the air
But here the heat has decided to stay.
A land of chewing gum and hot chips
No health food dares to enter
No one hurries
The sound of some ‘ones paper turn.
Hushed by the fan.
I finished my tea. I become nostalgic
For this vanishing world.