Daily Meal Deal

The ‘meal deal’ was ugly
a mowed down looking cheese and pickle sandwich, fizzy drink
with a side of crinkle cut sodden chips.
A guy with a Bud six-pack attacks his as if it might be
his last meal,
ever
then again maybe he knows something I don’t!

I like sitting here, watching the people, this is
life in its rawest form.
Young mothers, old mothers, kids without parents,
lovers, grannies,
men with bald heads men with bad breath
drunks, addicts – they all come here
to sit whilst filling their lonely, disappointed, faces.

How many make it out alive, stepping back into
some form of regular life.
I wonder which of them (if any)
I will see again tomorrow, same place
same time -
each of us a sandwich short of a full picnic
nourishing our regular daily existence – on the ‘meal deal’

Of that day….