Posts Tagged ‘meeting’

Awful pseudo-disco vibes poison her ears,
She runs her finger over the brown table top.
Her eye is drawn to the little black and white signs with numbers that tell the waitress which table is which.
An ancient Lada sewing machine like grandma used to own sits on a customised desk to her right.
She notes, then passes over the crappy mid-eighties boom-box with a tape drive.
The red vinyl chair covers in the booths look like they have been sliced precisely with a surgical hand to reveal the insides.
She is waiting for her love in the Moon Café.
She orders a double shot flat white in a mug and adjusts her makeup.
Then he is here, he’s hairy and cuddly like a giant teddy bear and he’s wearing a Hawaiian shirt!
She smiles and kisses him on the lips lustfully.