Half Past Midnight Grafton Street
Filling time with only
French fries and a coffee
I’m sat with the lost and lonely
Christmas lights and mannequins
Expensive bags with names on
Glamours chat and giggle over skinny drinks
Avoid the old bag lady hanging on
Still sitting with the empty cup
Watching the world ignore her
Cold tea and a warm seat
Out of the cold and frivolous festive cheer
Half Past Midnight Grafton Street
A tired old lady shuffles out
Out on the cold expensive street
She starts her lost and lonely walkabout
Martin Swords
Nov 2008
Martin Swords
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/half-past-midnight-grafton-street/
