In Waverley Mall
(In anticipation of Festival season. Originally in The Herald)
The American is in a
Near-home environment: the mall.
I sit at the next table relieved
The old man has finished circling my hot-dog,
The American has joined him
He has put away, out, away, out, away
The soiled lady novels into his bag.
The heavy tweed jacket, trousers
Have the filthy white cuffs to match-
He says nothing as the American downs his burger.
He tries three times with small talk
Then the tramp brings out a nail file
Continues to smoke his thin pipe.
It is humid and hot
While above, on the street
A French mime group
Sell tickets for this in Breton.