And the rot began to set in
I waited too long, cold and hungry
It’s late for lunch now
And my stomach’s grumbling
Walk on the jet black tarmac
And dirt grinds under your feet
Wade into rivulets and pools
Drizzled that whole afternoon
Steamy crunchy fried food
Smothered with hot oil
Yellow jacket egg shaped tatoes
Salted chillies look sublime
The man asks for change
He looks frustrated too
Cos everyone turns up with notes
Hand over some he’s not amused
My shirt feels wet now
A drop trickles from my brow
Wipe my greasy hands off my pants
And trudge on back home
Walk on the jet black tarmac
Dirt grinds under your feet
Wade into rivulets and pools
Drizzled that whole afternoon
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