Sitting alone in Lotus,
Quarter past six and still waiting.
The hushed whispers and muffled giggles annoyed me;
It felt like a library except there wasn't an old man in an argyle vest and tweed trousers to tell me off.
I started to scribble and sip my GT like it was lemonade.
The day had been flat -
My mood was hovering just around mediocrity,
And this day, along with many similar others,
Will be turfed from the databank of worthwhile memories.