Half chopped off conversations
Cover Piccadilly Gardens
With an mechanical ambience

Blown across ice cold breezes
Under tram tracks
And across newspaper racks
In Tutsy’s newsagents
Opposite
The bus station

Twisting meanings of
Badly sun rock and roll songs
And conversations with
My brother whose train
Was stuck near Stockport
Train station
(also running late),

Frustrations of football fans
In nearby pubs
Hoping their team would
Hurry up and score
And students sat there
With their bags full
Of vinyl records
Holding onto their hats

Sculpted pulse like

Sea drenched
Like dolphins

Waiting

Waiting

To when we go
And would finally eat.