Robert Verdon, #41, Travelling Booksellers, 1990s

again

*

in my dream

in the small town café

they are still cooking

submarine dumplings in the soup

steam coating the kitchen wall

a black stove in a green alcove

*

doing our bit

for freedom of speech

we slip into nippy air to the motor home

it is packed to the gills and there is ice-cream cloud on the wafer of the morning

and Sydney is still an hour hence

and all I want is to go back to bed

 *

one more rheumy dawn

we bundle in, turn over the engine

it all begins

it all begins

 again