Sunny.

Sunny

Whos going to be next
to walk down the steps
theres two empty chairs
at the table
dreamingly waiting in the sun
another sip of black and white
on cherry lips
one pair came down
missed them
thanks to a hat
made from straw
the saxophone plays
"no worries, they weren't for you or me"
wandering eyes caught by waitresses with trays
missed another group of four
wondering whats up the stairs?
why not take a left at the lamppost and see
or close both eyes
as smiles sit below the steps
behind the sea singing
in front of
brightons music hall