Drowned in soft sax
And broken Indie Metal
Our 8th meet up
Should have started off
As a walk around
Beautiful Marple
But ended up at night
In the city centre
At their food and drink festival,

Brushing hand in hand
With all kinds
Of un-usual tasting
Irish hot dogs
Laced with two different
Variations of Mustard
I hadn’t tried before,

And Thai food
With waitresses
Who didn’t know 
What diabetes was
And tried giving 
Me full fat coke
Instead of diet,

Bad Oasis cover versions
Which one of Cathy’s cats
Could have sung better

Scallies complaining
Over flat lager
And policemen
Leaving their badges
On the table

Imitating different cultures

Under windswept stalls
Touching midnight

Absorbing emotions
Of happiness
With each bite

Offering a very different kind
Of happiness
From exploring meadows. 

(8th in a ongoing series of Poems)