Nice
As I called in at the Corner Café
a nasty customer was just leaving.
It was a nice day. Sun shining.
Birds singing (I expect).
A good time to sit and reflect
on my life.
(It was a veggie sort of place.
John Martyn playing on the turntable.
Yes! Turntable. Vinyl.
Racks of records to browse through).
I ordered tea and cake. A generous
dark slice with Guinness in it.
And then I heard a man's laugh.
It went on and on. And on.
I joined in. Then everyone in the café
(5 of us) began to laugh.
Wildly. Insanely.
But gradually our laughs were exhausted.
But not him. He laughed loudest.
And longest.
May you never
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