People Watching

I notice him because
he is cramming a whole pork-pie
into his mouth.

I watch him furtively
smiling inside,

His designer sunglasses
sit with their arms
around his Joe Bloggs cap.

Another pork-pie vanishes,
then another,
until four have disappeared.

Two family sized packets of crisps,
devoured between great gulps of coke-a-cola;

I look away guiltily
as we make eye contact,
but not before I glimpse a blush begin.

The train is a slow one,
stopping at all stations
between Norwich and Sherringham.

My glance inevitably slides back.

A crisp blue check cotton shirt,
short sleeved,
a brown suede waistcoat??

Grief!! Chocolate biscuits
already half consumed.

Green gabardine trousers,
black loafers…
A bottle of orangeade,
made short work of
followed swiftly by the rest of the biscuits.

Oh lord, please let the train
reach West Runton
before the explosion…

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