There is the guy with the paunch and

The hat that’s too small for his head

Looking kind of bemused and confused

The two young lads with a dog

That just won’t move

The guy with cropped down cargo pants

And long grey beard parted in the middle

The edging traffic

The chippy with nobody in it

The tight-fitting girls with a child in a buggy

The older man at the bus stop glaring

White hair slightly slopping shoulders

Gawping at the runaway Sallys

Across the street

Waiting for a bus that may never come

Puffing blithely on a roll your own no 6

And life carries on in a street

Full of all goings on

And hardly a word is said or spared

In the to and fro exchange of looks and glances

That say so much more to the one who

Knows what to look for and what to expect

The guys busy in the kebab shop

Cooking frying taking orders

Between the shuttered premises of those

Who are just nine to five

Another day of passing by on the street of life

Hello goodbye

Until tomorrow