How can your
whole body
feel nostalgia?
It was
only a cup
of coffee in
a strange
new café run
by
enthusiastic people tied
to god with
their aprons.
Well, hello,
and how’s
your life
and what are you
doing with
it since we
parted and
what will you
do with it
next? How’s biz?
You seem to have
a lot
of stock. I
don’t know
what time
Woollies closes –
maybe 6pm …
Oh, really?
9pm.
Amazing. So there’s
no rush
then. It seems like
yesterday. Ha
ha, now we
are the
oldies watching
the young
ones go about
their lives
with joy. Not
so hot on
the god bit,
but if it
keeps them happy,
it’s a drug
like everything else.
Nostalgia,
yes, nostalgia –
the way old
songs draw you
back, the 3
minutes something
of some day
in the Sixties
coming over
the tulip speakers
on North
Cottesloe beach.
Oh, you have
to go? Is
the sea
breeze kicking up
too much
sand? Where’re
you parked?
Oh, my car’s
over there.
Yes, close. We
close off
with the extended
coda of
another
awkward
goodbye.
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