The old Chinaman is there again today,
not a takeaway, it
looks like he's there to stay
and he sits with a look that
could barbecue steak.
I take some time and try to decide
what he's trying to hide as
he hides in the recess, but
his stomach protrudes like some boil
or an abscess so his hiding's in vain.
I refrain and have done for several weeks now
in asking him how he is doing,
I wait while MacDonalds is brewing my tea as
he waits and he looks at me
curiously.
But his eyes are long gone to a time,
back when young,
and it's not me he sees or
my MacDonalds teas,
I
wonder what his name is.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 4:15 AM UTC
The old Chinaman is there again today,
not a takeaway, it
looks like he's there to stay
and he sits with a look that
could barbecue steak.
I take some time and try to decide
what he's trying to hide as
he hides in the recess, but
his stomach protrudes like some boil
or an abscess so his hiding's in vain.
I refrain and have done for several weeks now
in asking him how he is doing,
I wait while MacDonalds is brewing my tea as
he waits and he looks at me
curiously.
But his eyes are long gone to a time,
back when young,
and it's not me he sees or
my MacDonalds teas,
I
wonder what his name is.
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