Train to the city today
for a rare fix of business.
At an
original Italian cafe
in an aptly traditional quarter,
fish
teas are served onto modest
tables for a very reasonable
price.
The food was good, as always,
while the coffee
didn't disappoint.
Imperfect people ate around me;
patrons
each finding time out
from some daily toil or eternal
turmoil
most likely more real
than otherwise.
Autumn sunlight spilled
through
large windows televising
pavement scenes - actions
playing
live without end.
From a radio, Bob Marley wailed
"let's
get together and feel all right".
Hunger now abated, making
ready
for the off, I echoed my host's warm
farewell and
echoed his gratitude.
Appearing to meet me at the door,
my
own reflection gave confirmation
that I'm not so very different.
CC BY-ND 4.0 - Russell Cavanagh