Man In a Burger Bar

Man in a Burger Bar Man in a Burger Bar: Pale and thin already in love with the dark girl shovelling fries, guides his tray to a table viewing the world outside. Free as the fish that roam the seas, can come and go wherever he please, but lives his life inside a sigh watching the screen behind his eye. Forsakes the wimp in the grim brick school, meekly complying with bullies' rule, to watch young mothers usher brats towards their dose of soothing fats; transfers them to his morning bed, all cuddled-up soft beneath the spread. But now, inside his cinema head, a wide eyed youth and anxious lass have sown a seed that means impasse... Shop-tired girls drift off the streets, move chattering by a man who eats. He yearns for solace, their touch, their kiss, but images rise to blur the bliss – a wife's tongue lashing through the day as a baby shrieks her life away... Two teenage dreams come sit nearby. The blond one smiles and takes his eye. He nods and winks but wants her friend... Camera tracks – star in the pub playing the clown for the rowdy mob. He blinks it away, will it never end? But the shadows fight back. A metallic crunch in a drunken fog, a distorted face and bitter eyes; the bonnet bent, night air rent by a woman's cries – the body slumped like a refuse bag... The sensual blond fades back in view, wreathing a straw with fulsome lips. He wants to stay but is clawed away to complete the film in a dingy cell amid rattle and slam and echoing yell. He leaps to his feet, must make a dash, scrapes his life in the bin along with the trash then goes with his show to the lonely street.