Something in the way she stands there
Something she knows whilst serving serving all the customers sadly
But with temerity I approach whilst stumbling over words to say
Rehearse and another till open
But I wont and accede my place
Still stumbling in my mind a phrase perhaps
And then a small packet of tobacco and then some rizlas
She gracefully accedes knowing I have in truth no other here
Theres something in the way she smiles
When she gives me the packet
And touches my cold hand lightly.
Copyright © Anthony Dover | Year Posted 2016
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