Me, Blue and the Suit, crammed into a little waiting room.
The acid green wallpaper peels away in large pieces, and everyone itches to rip bits off.
It blends in nicely with the screaming red tiles.
A canvas dirtied by cigarette smoke hangs in a crevice,
A sunset scene that goes seen and unseen.
Blue has mousy hair and coughs quietly to herself every now and again. She wears a blue trench coat and fussy little high heels that click idly against the floor.
Suit checks his tacky watch and bounces on the balls of his feet,
pinches his brow and yawns.
His hair is gelled back, spiky thorns, more like a member of a boy band than a businessman.
A window must be open, because a car alarm sounds outside,
startling at first. Briefly, everyone looks around at each other,
united in irritation and a strange sense of embarrassment.
Finally, it shuts off, and we return to our separate togetherness.
Inspired by the wonderful " The Lonely City" by Olivia Laing