Table For One – Second Sitting - Diane Scantlebury

At my table
Alone again
I sit and sigh
Watching the world
Through the window
Sliding by
Red buses with red faces
Pressed up to the glass
Black cabs and cyclists
All rushing past
Between courses
I lean back on my chair and gaze
As the forms scurry by
Now in a wine induced haze
I order another
I toy with my phone
Eat my dessert
Pay and go home

Diane Scantlebury