Hunger In Liverpool
In the cafe at the railways station in Liverpool there was on
a hot plate,
a dish of sausages with mash potatoes. It, the food, had
been there
a long time waiting
for someone hungry enough to buy this disgusting,
dish, unprotected from cigarette smoke and sneezing people.
There was a time – not long ago- when people smoked silly
cigarettes
smoked all over the
place, tables overflowing of dirty ashtrays and I was
glad when smokers had to go outside to lit up, even though I
too was
a smoker at the time.
I was going to London for the week but lost my train I was
too occupied
with the plate of sausage waiting for someone to buy the
filthy food;
no one did so I got up and bought the lonely lunch this
unspeakable last
plate readymade food and
threw it into the waste bin.
I got a late train to London and back then not many places
to eat at night
And I could not help thinking of sausage and mash.
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