We're going to own this bar

I am sat drinking Bitburger
reading Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
The Velvet Underground are on the speakers
and when Anderson says "another beer?"
I put a thumb up
as though posing for a photograph.
I am on the phone to you

I am telling you I put the new firewood
in the coal shed
and the firelighters are in the kitchen drawer
with the bottle opener
and the Marlborough Lites
and the coupons for money off Barbecue Pringles.
It is Winter already

but this year I have you to keep me warm.
You tell me you have bought a new record
by an Austrian band that sound like The Pixies
you tell me the fridge is full of cheese from the market
you tell me we have been invited to Heidi's for lunch.
"We're going to buy this bar." I say

"the view of the Vienna woods
is the best I have seen
and I have seen the pyramids.
We're going to buy this bar
and we will listen to Strauss every morning
we will sell ham and cheese toasties
for two euro fifty
and we will put table football
in the conservatory."