Daily Meal Deal
The ‘meal deal’ was ugly
a mowed down looking cheese and pickle sandwich, fizzy drink
with a side of crinkle cut sodden chips.
A guy with a Bud six-pack attacks his as if it might be
his last meal,
then again maybe he knows something I don’t!
I like sitting here, watching the people, this is
life in its rawest form.
Young mothers, old mothers, kids without parents,
men with bald heads men with bad breath
drunks, addicts – they all come here
to sit whilst filling their lonely, disappointed, faces.
How many make it out alive, stepping back into
some form of regular life.
I wonder which of them (if any)
I will see again tomorrow, same place
same time -
each of us a sandwich short of a full picnic
nourishing our regular daily existence – on the ‘meal deal’
Of that day….