In A Bath Restaurant
The woman
in teenage goth
was not wearing
her forties well.
Her hard black hair
complemented
the harsh makeup.
Alleging food down her cleavage,
she leant forward
to demand his gaze.
Her loud and ceaseless talking,
interrupted only by
finger sucking,
mock fellatio.
The much younger man
with Elizabethan beard
makes only an
occasional grunt.
Their frequent disappearances
for a cig,
bring brief relief.
Malpoet
Thu 22nd Jan 2009 09:54
Thanks both. The world is full of weird people, thankfully. Being fairly odd myself I probably end up in the smae places as the others.
While Pam and I were eating in this restaurant and observing the other diners I was reminded of Betjeman's poem 'In A Bath Teashop' so I had to write this.