street morning

breakfast on the street
mayhem and macciahato
the littlies checking it all out
taking in the
riders
smokers
readers
drinkers
sipping their babycinos
making polite conversation
with anyone who will listen
whilst their fathers
bleary eyed
and silent
strong coffee in hands,
wondering why they
gave up smoking,
order the least offensive thing for
their middle aged systems
when all they want
is
fried baked battered
settle for eggs
(they're s'pose to be
good for ya
right?)
and a chance
to watch
life pass us by
more slowly on these mornings
than the
driven desperate
weekday workday
rigmarole
as the human traffic increases
its time to go
before our recovery
is thwarted
undone
i drive through the morning sunshine
littlies chatting
music blearing
beginning.

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