should one be listening? it is common courtesy, after all,
yet minds designed to wander, do so, through the glass
door where the waitress hoovers, reveals her scottish descent
whilst delivering our coffee and the single biscuit each. miscounted .
one left over. no one takes it. it feels like being in a hotel, she thought.
it is old. the floor slopes nicely, warm . the chairs supportive
while the sore throat slides gradually in….