The surface is silver with a cold edge;
the sides gather dust.

Place a warm finger over the surface,
indent the shape into my skin.

Drag the coin over the table’s surface,
listen to the undefinable screech.

A series of tunes following the pattern,
painting music with a coin.

Bound to the table, it becomes  
impossible to pick up.

One final song as it is dragged across
the table once again.

I have the five pence in my palm,
now what can I buy with it?